The Red Gloves Collection
“Not too late for right to win.
Not too late, let love remind us.
Not too late to try again.
In my life the straight and narrow had a face, and it was yours.
I took crooked paths around you, shut you out, and locked the doors.
Long I wandered tired and aimless, seeking all the world might hold.
There you waited, true and blameless, soul of goodness, heart of gold.
Nothing lasting came of those days, months of bitter feezing rain.
I was blinded, couldn’t see you, choosing sorrow, living pain.
The...n one day I looked behind me, at the way life could’ve been.
Suddenly I had to find you, had to see your face again.
Somewhere in my mind I see a place for me and you.
A place where faith might find a future, give us both a life brand new.
Together in God’s mighty grip is where we both belong.
Find me, know me, teach your heart the words to Sarah’s Song.
It’s not too late for faith to find us.
Not too late for right to win.
Not too late for love to bind us.MoreLess
Not too late, let love remind us.
Not too late to try again.
In my life the straight and narrow had a face, and it was yours.
I took crooked paths around you, shut you out, and locked the doors.
Long I wandered tired and aimless, seeking all the world might hold.
There you waited, true and blameless, soul of goodness, heart of gold.
Nothing lasting came of those days, months of bitter feezing rain.
I was blinded, couldn’t see you, choosing sorrow, living pain.
The...n one day I looked behind me, at the way life could’ve been.
Suddenly I had to find you, had to see your face again.
Somewhere in my mind I see a place for me and you.
A place where faith might find a future, give us both a life brand new.
Together in God’s mighty grip is where we both belong.
Find me, know me, teach your heart the words to Sarah’s Song.
It’s not too late for faith to find us.
Not too late for right to win.
Not too late for love to bind us.MoreLess
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