In open fields of wild flowers,   she breathes the air and flies away   She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses   in no simple language   Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all   He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens   As close a heartbeat or a song on her lips   Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him   Someday He'll call her and she will come running   and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray,      "I want to fall in love with You"         Sitting silent wearing Sunday best   The sermon echoes through the walls   A great salvation through it calls to the people   who stare into nowhere, and can't feel the chains on their souls         He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens   As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips   Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him   Someday He'll call us and we will come running   and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,         "I want to fall in love with You"         It seems too easy to call you "Savior",   Not close enough to call you "God"   So as I sit and think of words I can mention   to show my devotion         "I want to fall in love with You"         "my heart beats for You"