It Was You

We Are Messengers

It Was You We Are Messengers

In the waiting room
In the heaviness
In the solitude
In the human mess
Be my first love

In the hurricane
Of my happiness
On the longest night
In my restlessness
Be my first love

When I'm all alone
In a crowded place
Fighting for the smile
Painted on my face
Be my first love

And I've been on the phone
While my Bible waits
I've been less than warm
Couldn't even pray

But I've always known

It was You
It was You all along
It was You
It was You all along
All along

In the interim
In the in-between
When I'm wrestling
With the simple things
Be my first love

In the emptiness
In the whispering
When there's so much noise
I can't hear a thing
I've always known

It was You
It was You all along
It was You
It was You all along
All along