My Soul Waits

I know I know your name
It shines in many ways
But I know I know your voice
a whisper that’s soft at which angels rejoice
So rain down on this room
You can’t hide from the light that shines through
Break down these heavy doors
Mend hearts drop knees to the floor
My soul waits for the Lord
My one and only king
My heart thirsts for him
Creator of all I see
And Lord may all I do, be for you my Jesus
And so I sing to my God, my love, my life, my joy
My heart is not proud o Lord
Of the things I have done
And to my knees I bow
For you mighty God
My soul waits for the Lord
More than watchmen in the morning
To him I sing with joy
My great father adoring
My heart is not proud o Lord
Of the things I have done
And to my knees I bow
For you mighty God
My heart is not proud oh lord
Shameful things I have done.