Michael Card

(Philippians 3:10)



Echo of history

A light so many strain to see

The One we talk so much about

But rarely ever live it out



Could You tell me why

Was it for this You came and died

A once a week observance

When we coldly mouth Your words



Chorus

Lord I long to see

Your presence in reality

But I don't know how

Let me know You in the now



We should confess

We lose You in our busyness

We've made You in our image

So our faith's idolatry



Lord, deliver me

Break my heart so I can see

All the ways You dwell in us

That You're alive in me



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