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Littrell Brian

Have you seen my son? Not too tall, fiveeight She held up a colored copy, photograph From his wedding day And this is his pregnant wife Carrying his

I wanna hear Jesus Loves You, Daddy 1, 2, 3, go All my life I've heard Him say (Jesus loves you) I dropped down on my knees to pray (Jesus loves you)

When I think of all the things that God has done for me And how my faith has always conquered adversity I stand amazed to think that God really knows

Great and marvelous are Your deeds Lord, God Almighty Just and true are Your ways, King of the ages Who will not fear You, oh Lord And bring glory to

So many reasons to be thankful And so many blessings that I can't repay And I never would've made it here without You Sending angels to guide me on my

Oh, yeah We are the poets, we are the dreamers We are the soldiers, we are the screamers We are the fallen to rise again We are the lovers, we are cynics

When I left home to be who I am Some people said, no way But I laid it all down, gave everything In my head rang the words that my father said You're

My shattered dreams and broken Heart are mending on the shelf. I saw you holding hands standing so close to someone else. Now I sit all alone, wishing

I tried to figure it out Time and time again and time again I guess there's just some things I'll never understand 'Cause Your ways aren't our ways But