You Don’t Miss A Thing

When You stand I feel the floor of Heaven tremble As You breathe We live and have our being When You speak Oh, I feel it in my chest When You sing All my fears are put to rest And what a wondrous thing I can stand to sing 'Cause when I fall to my knees You’re the one who pulls me up again And what a mystery That You notice me And in a crowd of ten thousand You don’t miss a thing Oh, You don’t miss a thing When You sigh The wind becomes a sonnet When You laugh The storm around me ceases You whisper And all my enemies are scattered You surround me With angels on assignment