I got the call at 2am, it awoke me from my sleepnI didn’t recognize the voice, it was nervous and quite deepnHe said that she was taken fast, she probably never knew nMaybe he was comforting me, or maybe it was true nnThe last time that I saw her she was walking out the door nI didn’t think to hug her, it was just a trip to the store nDid I say I love you? Did she know it when she died? nWhen she had her last glance at me, did I look her in the eye?nnThough I don’t see, I still believenThere’s a purposenYou’re the eye of the stormnWe fall asleep but we believenYou will wake usnAnd Your bride will come homennI took her to a restaurant, she spilled her drink on me nIn anger I belittled her, I never said I was sorry nAnd now it’s those memories that haunt me in my sleepnHow often we love someone, but we’re just to proud to speaknnThough I don’t see, I still believenThere’s a purposenYou’re the eye of the stormnWe fall asleep but we believenYou will wake usnAnd Your bride will come homennWhen I was at the funeralnI tried hard not to cry nI didn’t want to grieve like the world nAs though the lost had died nnShe’s my sleeping beautynFor now she’s resting in peacenBut one day, Redeemer, RedeemernYou’ll wake her from her sleepnnI did alright till I went in her room nI buckled under the loadnTomorrow if the rain stops nwe’ll put a cross on the side of the road nnGod is good all the timenEven when little girls die