So many choices for a man to make, 
So many ways that he can go, 
But all the kingdoms in a thousand worlds, 
Could not replace the pease I know. 

The things of earth can never satisfy 
The hunger deep in me. 

Behold the Lamb of God, 
Reaching out His nail-scarred hand. 
He wants to lift you up, 
Give you strength so you can stand. 

It's only natural for a man to dream, 
To reach for stars above himself. 
My life was cluttered with shattered dreams, 
Before I learned to seek your will. 

You are the rain that falls on thirsty ground 
And the light that opens windows in my soul.