Letra de When You Give

King of Kings Lord of Lords Prince of Peace I am Early morning, summer's day At a park, in the city Kids were playing on a swing They were black and white Then a lady walked that way As she did most every morning Grocery bags in her hand She was passing by She stopped Stared Watched their laughter fill the air She laughed Cried Because of the love of God was color blind... When you give When you love When you serve You do it unto me