I sing for joy
In my remorse
A well within prosperity's curse
That drowns the mighty oak of pride
But feeds the root of God inside.
In You
I find my rest
In You
I find my death
In You
I find my all and my emptiness
Somehow it all makes sense
In You I'm rich
When I've been made poor
Comfort found when I mourn
The prideful one You see from afar
Drawing near to low, broken hearts.
In You
I find my rest
In You
I find my death
In You
I find my all and my emptiness
But it all makes sense
1 | Yearn |
2 | When I Think About The Lord |
3 | The Answer |
4 | He Is Exalted |
5 | Burn Us Up |
6 | Breath Of God |
7 | Embracing Accusation |
8 | Arise |
9 | Liberty |
10 | Psalm 145 |