I lift up my voice to The King, The King of glory I hold out my hands to The One who is worthy I long for Your presence I long, Lord, I need Your touch
strong and mighty strong to save us like a fortress never failing strong in battle strong in kindness when we stray, Lord You're strong to find us
maybe I push when I'm meant to be still maybe I take it all to personal Jesus, how to reconcile the joyful noise the ancient land the tug from some invisible
I've had questions, without answers I've known sorrow, I have known pain but there's one thing, that I'll cling to You are faithful, Jesus You're true