Texty: Project 86. And the Rest Will Follow. From December.

It's the first day
Since I handed You Your final rose
In Your house
I'm staring out through Your window at our tree

Heights of which
You'll never ever know

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December

In my mind's eye
I see You next to me as I'm on my knees
It's in this place
That You showed me how to ask eternity

For shelter, for comfort, for relief

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December

When I see our branches stretching
To heights You'd not believe
One day these leaves will reach You
And there will be no more pain

You always gave me refuge
Unconditional
You always offered shelter
From December's snow

My chin still rests upon You
While my feet, they sway
I wonder if You'll look the same
When You embrace me on that day

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December

You always
Were there to rescue me
From December