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The moment was custom made to order
I was ridin' with my daughter on our way back from Monroe
An' like children do she started playin' twenty questions'
But I never would've guessed one could touch me to my soul

She said, "Daddy, when we get to Heaven, can I taste the Milky Way?
Are we goin' there to visit or are we goin' there to stay?
Am I gonna see my Grandpa? Can I have a pair of wings?

All to Jesus, I surrender;
All to Him I freely give;
I will ever love and trust Him,
In His presence daily live.

Refrain

I surrender all, I surrender all,

He was beggin' by the mini-mart|Who'd guessed he had a purple heart|Scars underneath his bearded chin|Betcha don't remember him|'Cause you were runnin' twenty minutes late|An' he was only gettin' in your way|But when you brushed by that wounded soul|Last Thursday afternoon|You met somebody who would die for you||Phone rang at eight last night|Who'd call at such a crazy time?|Gettin' kids into bath and bed|Can't talks about all he said|All he wanted was a Saturday|Mornin' conversation down at Bakers' Cafe|You weren't thinkin' when you told your dad|Try back in a week or two|But you heard somebody who would die for you||[:: CHORUS ::]|Somebody who cared so much|They'd gladly give it all up|If that's what they had to do|Runs deeper than flesh and blood|Heaven knows no greater love|Than the sacrifice they made|To see you through|Somebody who would die for you||Just another Colorado day|Mornin' practice for a high school play|But out of nowhere the bullets came fast|Shattered more than the library class|They asked her if she believed in your name|An' she didn't even hesitate|God I can't help but wonder if|I'd been in her shoes|Would I'd be|Somebody who would die for you||Somebody who cared so much|They'd gladly give it all up|If that's what they had to do|Runs deeper than flesh and blood|Heaven knows no greater love|Than the sacrifice you made to see us through|Your son died for me|Would I be|Somebody who would die for you|

Misty sunrise in my hometown,
Rows of cotton bout knee high,
Mrs. Baker down the dirt road,
Still got clothes out on the line,

Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee,
Playin checkers at the gin,
When I dream about the southland,