In You

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 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