You Don't Miss A Thing

When You stand I feel the floor of Heaven tremble As You breathe We live and have our being When you speak Oh I feel it in my chest When You sing All my fears are put to rest

What a wondrous thing I can stand to sing Cause when I fall to my knees, You're the one who pulls me up again

What a mystery That You notice me And in a crowd of ten thousand You don't miss a thing

When you sigh The wind becomes a sonnet When you laugh The storm around me ceases You whisper And all my enemies are scattered You surround me With angels on assignment