Lyrics

The Days of Old
©1999 Michael Armstrong. All rights reserved.

1 I leave behind half scribbled words
Evidence of yesterday
Yet not a thought is on display
Only those these hands have made

I leave behind this empty room
For another in some other world
The story goes as I was told
A savior waits there for me

CH The days of old
Are not so old
Now that you cradle me
Forever young
To worship one
The grace of eternity

2 I couldn?t tell before the glory
Came to rescue me
That in all things hid a story
Of how love overcame

It left behind a father?s home
It?s majesty and flowing robes
To seek and save that which was lost
For the redemption of the world

CH

BR Alleluia! Praise to the king
As He was He shall forever be