Half-handed Cloud Follow

You make evil plans
And you love every word
And that's when I heard
Your tongue that could shave my face

I left the apartment
To find someone more
He knocked on the door
And stood out on the staircase

God will move in
And turn you around
You'll wake up each morning
And jump rope

You turn the doorknob
A mustard seed small
Had no chance at all
To bloom and to grow in grace

From there you make sense
Of the God that He is
And all that is His
From all that you feel and display

Can we find others to seek after God
And to praise and to laud
To glorify and to say
God, it's Your mercy
That carries the day
We'll wake up each morning
And jump rope

He give His crowns
To the ones with no hope
It's time to elope
To skip the rope and to pray