So many choices for a man to make, So many ways that he can go, But all the kingdoms in a thousand worlds, Could not replace the peace I know.
The things of earth can never satisfy The hunger deep in me.
Behold the Lamb of God, Reaching out His nail-scarred hand. He wants to lift you up, Give you strength so you can stand.
It's only natural for a man to dream, To reach for stars above himself. My life was cluttered with shattered dreams, Before I learned to seek your will.
You are the rain that falls on thirsty ground And the light that opens windows in my soul.
