Oh, Great God, Give Us Rest

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