They’re jumping up and down
Not a trace of a frown
Tears are streaming
This is no ordinary meeting
What’s happening is not factual
It’s supernatural
Make no mistake
About what’s taking place
We’re groaning
We’re longing
This is evidence
Of Your Presence
We know its Your breath in our lungs
So we praise You with our tongues
I am here on borrowed breath and borrowed time
How dare I approach You as if its mine
How dare I approach You and pretend
As if without You my life wouldn’t end
How dare I sit with my arms crossed
As if without that cross I wouldn’t be lost
Why would I come and play Church
And devalue what this is worth?
You are worth all of my tears
All of my years
With every ounce of praise
You’re worth hands raised
I can’t be here the same
I can’t leave here unchanged
This is worship, pure and true
This is how we honor You.