I know I didn't ask You to come but my spirit's screaming louder than my tongue From Your throne You hear my cry Come to stand by my side
And I'm kind of dry Almost dry enough to spark a flame I'm kind of dead and i long to want to live again I'm kinda tired Tired of my fear to be unashamed I need something higher Higher than the standard of my ways
Hear my cry Hear my cry Hear my cry Hear my cry Hear my cry for a fire for a flame Hor the end of restlessness in Your name