Toys from my childhood
Old photographs
Left in this dusty old suitcase
The things we once cherished
Are lost with the past
Seek out the treasure that always will last
So i'm packing up my old clothes
With my old and foolish ways
They just don't seem to fit me any more
I see the light of morning
With different eyes today
And i'm giving my tomorrows to the Lord
So many heroes
That never came through
Too many roads going nowhere
And Jesus was whispering
"I still love you"
And with a love that makes all things new
So, I'm packing up my old clothes
With my old and foolish ways
They just don't seem to fit me any more
I see the light of morning
With different eyes today
And i'm giving my tomorrows to the Lord
I'm packing up my old clothes
With my old and foolish ways
They just don't seem to fit me any more
I see the light of morning
With different eyes today
And I'm giving my tomorrows to the Lord
Yes, I'm giving my tomorrows to the Lord