Smell the Color 9
Chris Rice
I would take no for an answer
Just to know I heard You speak
And I'm wonderin' why I've never
Seen the signs they claim to see
Are the special revelations
Meant for everbody but me?
Maybe I don't truly know You
Or maybe I just simply believe'
Cause I can sniff, I can see, I can count up pretty high
But these faculties aren't getting me any close to the sky
But my heart of faith keeps poundin' So I know I'm doin' fine
But sometimes finding You
Is just like trying to
Smell the color nine
Now I've never 'felt the presence'
But I know You're always near
And I've never 'heard the calling'
But somehow You've lead me right here
So I'm not looking for burning bushes
Or some divine graffiti to appear
I'm just begging You for some wisdom
And believing You're putting some here
'Cause I can sniff, I can see, I can count up pretty high
But these faculties aren't getting me any close to the sky
But my heart of faith keeps poundin' So I know I'm doin' fine
But sometimes finding You
Is just like trying to
Smell the color nine
Smell the color nine?
But nine's not a color
And even if it were you can't smell a color
That's my point exactly
What is it about Chris Rice? His lyrics speak for my heart. Can anyone else relate to this one?
Chris Rice
I would take no for an answer
Just to know I heard You speak
And I'm wonderin' why I've never
Seen the signs they claim to see
Are the special revelations
Meant for everbody but me?
Maybe I don't truly know You
Or maybe I just simply believe'
Cause I can sniff, I can see, I can count up pretty high
But these faculties aren't getting me any close to the sky
But my heart of faith keeps poundin' So I know I'm doin' fine
But sometimes finding You
Is just like trying to
Smell the color nine
Now I've never 'felt the presence'
But I know You're always near
And I've never 'heard the calling'
But somehow You've lead me right here
So I'm not looking for burning bushes
Or some divine graffiti to appear
I'm just begging You for some wisdom
And believing You're putting some here
'Cause I can sniff, I can see, I can count up pretty high
But these faculties aren't getting me any close to the sky
But my heart of faith keeps poundin' So I know I'm doin' fine
But sometimes finding You
Is just like trying to
Smell the color nine
Smell the color nine?
But nine's not a color
And even if it were you can't smell a color
That's my point exactly
What is it about Chris Rice? His lyrics speak for my heart. Can anyone else relate to this one?
1 comment:
Hey, Mandy,
I love Chris Rice, too. (Come to Jesus still resonates with me every time I hear it.) Uncle Pete and I got to go to a concert he performed at in Palatine of all places, just days before Grandpa B passed away. He sang Color 9 there and I remember thinking how Chris so amazingly ministers to me. Another of God's amazing, unique creations, just like you.
Love, Aunt Barb
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