Michael W. Smith Follow

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 that 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

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

Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to the Promised Land
And trust Him with your heart
He'll lead you home

Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to the Promised Land
Trust Him with your heart
He'll lead you home

Let me take you by the hand
Lead you to the Promised Land
And trust Him with your heart
He'll lead you home

Soaring, somewhere
Longing, reaching
Searching, knowing
Loving, caring

Soaring, somewhere