The Restoration of All Things

Take me to the secret place of Your presence
Where we find rest
In the stillness
Of our Lord

Take me to the secret place of the Most High
Where we find life
Deep in the quiet
Of our God

Here, as You draw us near
We bend our knee
To You alone
Here, Lord we lift You high
We lay our hearts
Before Your throne

Take me to the secret place of Your presence
I place my sorrows
In the hollow
Of Your hands

Take me to the secret place of the Most High
Where all my shame
Is washed away
In the blood of the Lamb.

Here, as You draw us near
We bend our knee
To You alone
Here, Lord we lift You high
We lay our hearts
Before Your throne

And in Your presence I remember tears that I'd
Forgotten over time, but You did not
And in Your presence I remember prayers that I
Gave up on over time, but You did not.
And in Your presence I remember all the times
I thought You left my side, but You did not.