In put my hope in You; I lay my life in the palm of Your hand
I'm constantly drawn to You O 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
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,