Holy one, we come in Your honor
Show Your blessing and favor upon us
Our hearts are heavy and spirits are tired
But in Your glory we'll walk through the fire
Bring to our lives a sense of your calling
Hear our cries to be completely healed
In Your eyes we'll discover the meaning of your unending grace
We're desperate for a taste
We're longing for the place where Your glory dwells
Precious one, we bow in Your presence
Hands outstretched in a holy expectance
Desperately pleading for restoration to empty hearts And a broken nation