copyright Kevin Prosch, Tom Davis



You have taken the precious

From the worthless and given us

Beauty for ashes, love for hate

You have chosen the weak things of the world

To shame that which is strong, and the foolish things

To shame the wise

You are help to the helpless

Strength to the stranger

And a father to the child who's left alone

And the thirsty you've invited

To come to the water

And those who have no money come and buy



So come, So come

So come, So come



Oh, the days are coming

For the Lord has promise

When the plowman will over take the reaper

And their hearts will be the threshing floor

And the move of God we've cried out for, will come

You will shake the heavens, and fill your house will glory

Turn the shame of the outcast into praise

All creation groans and waits

For the Spirit and the Bride to say

The words your heart has longed to hear



So come, So come

So come, So come