Highway

There’s a place where the highway stops and the grass starts to grow

Where the dreams do dance and songs unfold

A place that’s quiet and a place that’s still

A place where you’re called Beloved again

If you reach out your hands you can capture

The sacred songs pouring from His lips

If you listen close you can hear

You can hear His heart beat everywhere

There’s a place where the highway stops and grass starts to grow

Where you’re no longer a failure

And He sees you spotless in His eyes

And He whispers hope into your mess

And He whispers hope into your mess