tara ... sorry it took me so long to let you know the lyrics. I think you will find yourself without any commentary. ( to my best sisters ... love you both! )
I wanna be a walking conviction You're filling me like some kind of addiction
I wanna be fact and not fiction Help me be...a walking conviction
She's standing tall beside me all her children in tow
six sweet smiling faces, she feels tired I know
but she won't ask for anything but more of His grace
He's called her and she knows it, you can read it on her face
A family of five drives out West to start again
not to some big mansion but a humble little den
fueled by belief that if they trust He will provide
livin' unconventional, not along just for the ride
I wanna be a walking conviction You're filling me like some kind of addiction
I wanna be fact and not fiction Help me be...a walking conviction
Using his hands to paint the pictures in his mind
not for recognition, but to fan the flame inside
the colours they ebb and flow just like the rolling tide
washed across the canvas, he can't hold them inside
I wanna be a walking conviction You're filling me like some kind of addiction
I wanna be fact and not fiction Help me be...a walking conviction
Whether I walk on the mountain or in the valley so low
I will not be pursuaded...will not be invaded
Well, you may see me stumble, but watch me as I grow into a
walking conviction...walking conviction...I wanna be
a walking conviction You're filling me like some kind of addiction
I wanna be fact and not fiction Help me be...a walking conviction
kacnov5/06
