I put my hope in You

I lay my life in palm of your hand

I'm constantly drawn to You Lord

In ways I cannot comprehend



It's the Creator calling the created

The Maker beckoning the made

The bride finding what she's always waited for

When we find ourselves that day



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In You where the hungry feast at the table

The blind frozen by colors in view

The lame will dance, They'll dance for they are able

And the weary find rest

Oh the weary find rest in You



It's no secret that we don't belong here

Those set apart by the grace of You

And we look for the day when we go to a place

Where the old becomes brand new