Из альбома: For Him Who Has Ears To Hear
He's brought me here, where things are clear
and trials turn to gold
He shared with me, His victory
He won in days of old
Oh Lord, I don't deserve
The riches of your word
But You've changed my filthy rags
To linen white as snow
The view from here is nothing near
To what it is for You
I tried to see Your plan for me
But I only acted like I knew
Oh Lord forgive the times
I tried to read your mind
Cause you said if I'd be still
Then I would hear your voiceMy Lord, my King, my urge to sing
And praise the things above
No words can say the glorious way
You changed me with your love
He's brought me low, so I could now
The way to reach the heights
To forsake my dreams, my self esteem
And give up all my rights
With each one that I lay down
A jewel's placed in my crown
Cause His love, the things above
Is all we'll ever need
He's brought me here, where things are clear
And trials turn to gold