michael w. smith
she walks with me
From the first breath of her life She flew straight into my arms I used to catch her from the swings When she was five And now she dances on the wind In a world as hard as stone She's so anxious to begin And ready to fly  And she walks with me And she talks with me And I hold her hand in mine I know she'll find her way Like the light of day Cause it's love that makes her strong  Though I cannot stop the rain And I cannot turn the tide And I am sure there will be things  That break her heart I can only let her know I am always on her side And even as I let her go I'll never be far  And she walks with me And she talks with me In her eyes I see her truth Born of her fire and grace As she finds her place Cause it's love that makes her strong  And she walks with me And she talks with me In my eyes she'll see my prayer As she turns each page Through this tender age It is love that makes her strong It's her love that makes her strong