by David Crowder
This is the place I've known
Here in the arms of the one who loves
Deeper than anyone (Father than I could run)
His are the hands I've grown to trust
And I believe...
His are the hands that spread the sky
and His is the love that gives me life
And His are the broken, the needy ones,
And He is the love
His are the hands that spread to die
And His is the love that sacrificed
And we are the broken, the needy ones
And He is the love
How infinite and sweet
This love so rescuing
Oh how infinitely sweet
This great love that has redeemed
As one, we sing...
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