I've been an unabashed David Crowder Band fan since my youth director first shared his music with us. This afternoon, my heart is in need of serious rest. Hear this, and know.
Oh, great God, give us rest.
We're all worn thin from
all of this,
at the end of our hope
with nothing left.
Oh, great God, give us rest.
Oh, great God, do your best.
Have you seen this place? It's all a mess.
And I've done my part, too, well, I guess.
Oh, great God, do your best.
Could you take a song and
make it thine
from a crooked heart
twisted up like mine?
Would you open up
Heaven's glory light?
Shine on in and give
these dead bones life.
Oh, shine on in and give
these dead bones life.
Let it shine
Let it
shine
On and on
On and on
Come to life