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



Soaring, somewhere, longing, reaching

Searching, knowing, loving, caring



Let me take you by the hand

Lead you to the promised land

And trust him with your heart

He'll lead you home


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