Behold

These hands, so cold
 I'm broken by the things I run to
 I know You show
 Your will to the ones who fear You most
 I wanna be that child again
 Lord, won't you show me?
 Behold, who is this King of Glory?
 Who holds the world in its place?
 Yet I know when I need His grace to restore me, He's there for me
 He's there, He's there; This King of Glory
 Your voice, so clear
 I'm stronger when I hear You whisper
 Your words, your truth
 I know that nothing else will do
 'Cause I wanna be that child again
 Please won't You show me?
 Behold, who is this King of Glory?
 Who holds the world in its place?
 Yet I know when I need His grace to restore me, He's there for me
 He's there, He's there;
 This King of Glory, yeah
 This King of Glory, ohhhh yeah
 I wanna be that child again
 Please won't you show me?
 Behold, You are the King of Glory
 You hold the world in its place
 Yet I know, when I need Your grace to restore me, You're there for me.
 You're there, You're there My King of Glory
 You're there, You're there My King of Glory You're there, You're there My King of Glory You're there, You're there...
 For me
 You're there, You're there...
 For me
 You're there, You're there...
 Yeah