Mercyme - In you

^GI put my hope in yo^Dmu I l^Fay my life in the palm of your^G hand For I'm c^Fonstantly drawn to y^Cou oh Lord In w^Fays I can not compreh^Dend

It's the ^Gcrator calling the cre^Dmated A ^Fmaker beckoning the m^Gade The bride f^Finding what she always wa^Cited for When we f^Find ourselves that da^Dy

In y^Gou where the hungry feast at the t^Cable The blind f^Emrozen by colours in v^Ciew The lame will dan^Gce the dance for they are ab^Cle And the we^Fary find rest oh the wea^Dry find res^Gt

It's no se^Gcret that we don't belong h^Dmere Those s^Fet apart by the grace of y^Gou And we lo^Fok for a day when we g^Co to a place Where the ol^Fd becomes brand n^Dew