Small

Small

Sitting on my porch swing.
Sun is coming up.
Johnson grass is waving
At a passing pickup truck.
There’s a sweetness as the morning
Blows a kiss across my face.
And the little things get better
When I just slow down the pace.

Chorus:
Bigger might be better,
But I don’t think it’s true.
The sweetest things in life
Don’t always make the front-page news.
(3: Will often change your point of view)
I’m not making headlines
But I’m living after all.
And there’s something very, very, very good
About small.

Two friends at a table
In a Mom-and-Pop cafe
Take a moment over coffee
As they talk about their day:
How’s your family? How’s your baby?
Heard the news about your son.
Don’t the little things get bigger?
`For you know it, they’ll be gone.

Chorus

Bridge:
Big-time big-buck big wheels:
Big shot, busy with your big deals.
Small-town, small-time small-change:
Big hearts, faithful in the small things.

Chorus

By Jim Weber and Mark Sorrells
(c) Copyright May 12, 1994 Centergy Music Group (ASCAP)/Mark Sorrells. All Rights Reserved.

This entry was posted in Lyrics, Small. Bookmark the permalink. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

Post a Comment

Your email is never published nor shared. Required fields are marked *

*
*

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>