Chris Tomlin - The Noise We Make
refuge for the poor
a shelter from the storm
This is our God
He will wipe away your tears and return your
wasted years
Oh... this is our God
A father to the orphan
a healer to the broken
And he brings peace to our madness and comfort
in our sadness
this is the one we have waited for
A fountain for the thirsty
a lover for the lonely
He brings glory to the humble and crowns for the
faithful
*from the album |The Noise We Make|*