I Feel It - Twila Paris

Sometimes it hurts, Lord

To hear my brother speak his mind

Sometimes its painful

When his opinion is unkind

O Lord, I feel it

You know I feel it

In my heart

Then I remember

The love that I am living for

And You remind me

That we are called to «giving more»

But Lord, I feel it

Try to conceal it

In my heart

Carry me, O carry me

Carry me away

Carry me, O carry me away

Carry me, O carry me

Carry me away

Carry me, O carry me away

I will obey You

And let Your Word expose my soul

I know You «faithful»

I know You never lose control

But still I feel it

Hard to forget it

O Lord, don’t let it

Close my heart