You make evil plans And you love every word And that's when I heard Your tongue that could shave my face I left the apartment To find someone more He knocked on the door And stood out on the staircase God will move-in And turn you around You'll wake-up each morning And jump rope You turn the doorknob A mustard seed small Had no chance at all To bloom and to grow in grace From there you make sense of the God that He is And all that is His From all that you feel and display Can we find others to seek after God And to praise and to laud To glorify and to say God, it's Your mercy That carries the day We'll wake-up each morning And jump rope He give His crowns To the ones with no hope It's time to elope To skip the rope and to pray