Words & music: michael w. smith & wayne kirkpatrick
Maybe there's a light in my soul Maybe it flickers like a neon sign outside an abandoned hotel Maybe there are things you just can't know But can you say there are no mysteries in the house you choose to dwell Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware Maybe there's a place where we will fly But some say God is dead like nietzsche said and faith has made me a fool But maybe there is more than meets the eye Who's that stranger there beside you? don't be smug and don't be cruel Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Battles of the heart and of the mind We stay caught in mental purgatory 'til our existence can be defined Meanwhile on the shores of parallel There may be a holy conference held somewhere discussing all mankind Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware I say maybe we are entertaining angels unaware Angels unaware
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