Hands Robed In Majesty
In this broken place, where everything can be explained, as we watch the
earth move, but we’ve never seen Your face. In this broken place, will we
recognize Your voice, as we watch the earth move. The way the sun shines,
the way our hearts beat. And how the stars fill out the sky, for all of us
to see. Open our eyes, to how we became. Open our eyes, to how we became.
All Your beauty shows, in all of our lives. In every living thing, within
the patterns of my skin. In every miracle, You can be found. And in this
broken place, I will choose to believe in Christ... Oh... We sing praises
to the King, ’cause He’s listening. We sing praise to the King, ’cause He’s
listening...’cause He’s listening. We sing praises to the King, ’cause He’s
listening. We sing praises to the King, ’cause He’s listening.
