I put my hope in You
I lay my life in palm of your hand
For 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 feat 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