It was sweet to see her little fingers on the black and white keys, to hear her sing her best, and just watch her as she sat on that stool, with her feet so far above the foot petals. She was in her own little world and nothing else seemed to matter. I wished I could have taken that piano home just so I could hear her play for me everyday. She was great and I love her for everything that she is. xo

You Are Beautiful My Sweet, Sweet Song -Third Day
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
And I will sing again.
You are so good to me
You heal my broken heart
You are my Father in Heaven
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You are beautiful my sweet, sweet song
You ride upon the clouds
You lead me to the truth
You are the Spirit inside me
You are my strong melody, yeah
You are my dancing rhythm
You are my perfect rhyme
And I will sing of You forever
You poured out all Your blood
You died upon the cross
You are my Jesus who loves me
You are my Father in Heaven
You are the Spirit inside me
You are my Jesus who loves me














