Текст песни High Horse - Helen Yousaf

There's a high horse
And his name is "pride"
And I've sat on the saddle
And have criticised
I have a high horse
And I fed him well
And it grew, grew, grew, grew
Then he bit me like hell
Yes it grew, grew, grew, grew
And it bit me like hell

But there's a high preist
And His name is Christ
And He loved this child so much
He came and gave His life
There's a high preist
I know you hear His voice
And He loves, loves, loves, loves
All by choice
He loves, loves, loves, loves
Us all by choice

There's a high horse
And I sent Him home
Back to where he came from
Then I changed my tone
I have a high call
Ammended from a king
I'm to love, love, love, love
Just like him
So I'll love, love, love, love
Just like Him

I choose to love me the way that Jesus does
I choose to love you the way that jesus does