Young Oceans All Who Hear
A desert voice calls out
Lend him your ear, your heart
Though we are scattered stones
We're not alone
So we, the road, prepare
For heaven's eternal heir
At last, our Savior's near
Let all, who hear, make way
And may these hearts
Prepare, a place
What is this grace divine?
That earth and sky align
With leveled souls laid bare
Let all, who hear, make way
And may these hearts
Prepare, a place
For 'God with us'
Will come to save
And surely He shall comfort those He loves
And so we wait