Sorry To Grieve You God

He in the age of power

I'm calling out from weakness

Far from your heart, and yet

You're not too far to reach us

Carried us when our legs broken

Bodies and the wind knocked out from our lungs

And yet we have the gall to cry for Barrabbás

Then turn our eyes, the turn our ears

Sorry to grieve You, God

Sorry to grieve You, God

Here in the age of grace

Did we forget forgiveness?

Don't let us trade the Cross

For temples made of comfort

Carried us in open arms bound and broken

Body and the wind knocked out from your lungs

And yet You had the will to cry out: Forgive them

Then close your eyes

And wipe our tears

How could I thank you, God?

Good grief, Your love for us

Fearless and fierce

For all of death's grievances

The wager's been cleared

Nothing could stop You

Then and now here

And nothing I do can undo what You did

So I'm done with the running

I'm done with these chains

Lord, her I surrender

For all of my days

I just want to praise You, God

I just want to praise You, God

Oh, You are my mercy

You are my hope

You are the song that my soul can't withhold

At home in Your presence

What will I behold?

A greater reward tham streets made of gold

Between us just heaven

At last face to face

Will I hear 'well done'?

I just want to please You, God

I just want to please You, God