Keys

You play keys, and I play with paints You're from the south and I'm from North Yet it feels like gravity is at the center or is it God drawing us forth? I've always prayed to God to hide me deep in His presence that only a man truly after His heart can find my essence It's fun talking to you, Cliche as it seems, but time stops I see Jesus in you, and that's all that matters Fun as it seems there is also fear lurking But I trust the Lord, He is guarding me even in my mourning This, I give to the Lord's hands For we are called according to His purpose For this is not yet the season And what I see is only the surface May the Lord bless you, and keep you. Soon, we'll go our separate ways Even then I pray, may God cross our paths along the way.