The Palace Isn't Made of Gold

Could it be like it appears
Majesty and mercy drawing near to those who wander here
All the lost and lonely who've been
Looking for a place to stay
Someone who can save the day
The palace isn't made of gold
It's nothing like the stories you've been told
The palace isn't made of gold
It's nothing like the stories you've been told
My feet are frozen to the ground
I'm caught between the glory of this
Hope I found and all the ways
My heart has learned to doubt in grace
I always heard this day would come
And here I am afraid to run
And see the good news for myself
How could Heaven go through all this Hell?
Is this good news for myself
How could Heaven go through all this Hell?
The war is raging deep within
I'm unprepared to let him in
The sword of self-rejection
Has been crossed with all acceptance of
The truth I see before my eyes
Here inside a cave there lies
A King who's come to live and die
His battle cry's a baby's cry
The King has come to live and die
His battle cry's a baby's cry
His battle cry's a baby's cry



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah David Webb
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