Angels Unaware
Michael W Smith
`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
Can you say there are no mysteries,
in the house you choose to dwell?
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Battles of the heart and of the mind
We stay caught in mental purgatory
till our existence can be defined -
Meanwhile, on the shores of parallel
there maybe a Holy conference held somewhere
discussing all mankind
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware...
~Let me take you by the hand
lead you to the promised land
Trust Him with your heart
He'll lead you Home~'
Maybe it flickers like a neon sign
outside an abandoned hotel
Maybe there are things you just can't know
Can you say there are no mysteries,
in the house you choose to dwell?
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware
Battles of the heart and of the mind
We stay caught in mental purgatory
till our existence can be defined -
Meanwhile, on the shores of parallel
there maybe a Holy conference held somewhere
discussing all mankind
Maybe we are entertaining angels unaware...
~Let me take you by the hand
lead you to the promised land
Trust Him with your heart
He'll lead you Home~'
