Diane

I’m walking in the park
And I can’t help thinking about you.
Can’t get your face out of my mind
And I will never doubt you.

Your eyes keeping looking into mine;
I’m helpless now to stop it.
When you throw me the ball this time;
I pray that I won’t drop it.

It’s not about the money.
I’m just longing to go home.
To be with my LORD, Jesus Christ,
And never more to roam!

If you can’t understand this;
Then I guess you never knew him.
But when Messiah comes this time,
I know that you will own him.