Year: 2001 - Album: Almost There
Written by Bart Millard
Verse 1 G Dm I put my hope in you F G I lay my life in the palm of your hand F G For I'm constantly drawn to you Oh lord F Dsus In ways I can not comprehend Verse 2 G Dm It's the creator calling the created F G A maker beckoning the made F C The bride finding what she's always waited for F Dsus When we find ourselves that dayVerse 3 G Dm It's no secret that we don't belong here F G Those set apart by the grace of you F C And we look for a day when we go to a place F Dsus Where the old become Brand NewG C In you where the hungry feast at the table Em C The blind frozen by colors in view G C The lame will dance, They'll dance for they are able F And the weary find rest D G Oh the weary find rest