In open fields of wild flowers,
  she breathes the air and flies away
  She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
  in no simple language
  Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all
  He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
  As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips
  Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
  Someday He'll call her and she will come running
  and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,
    "I want to fall in love with You"
    Sitting silent wearing Sunday best
  The sermon echoes through the walls
  A great salvation through it calls to the people
  who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls
    He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
  As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
  Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
  Someday He'll call us and we will come running
  and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,
    "I want to fall in love with You"
    It seems too easy to call you "Savior",
  Not close enough to call you "God"
  So as I sit and think of words I can mention
  to show my devotion
    "I want to fall in love with You"
    "my heart beats for You"