G Dm I put my hope in youF G I lay my life in the palm of your handF C For I'm constantly drawn to you Oh lordF D In ways I can not comprehend [Verse 2]G Dm It's the creator calling the createdF G A maker beckoning the madeF C The bride finding what she's always waited forF D When we find ourselves that day [Chorus]G C In you where the hungry feast at the tableEm C The blind frozen by colors in viewG C The lame will dance, They'll dance for they are ableF And the weary find restD G Oh the weary find rest [Verse 3]G Dm It's no secret that we don't belong hereF G Those set apart by the grace of youF C And we look for a day when we go to a placeF D Where the old become Brand New
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