Take me to The King. I don’t have much to bring, my heart is torn in pieces, it’s my offering. Take me to The King.
Truth is I’m tired, options are few. I’m trying to pray, but where are you? I’m all churched out, hurt and abused, I can’t fake…what’s left to do? Truth is I’m weak, no strength to fight, no tears to cry, even if I tried. But still my soul refuses to die, one touch will change my life.
Truth is, it’s time to stop playing these games. We need a word for the people’s pain. So Lord speak right now, let it fall like rain, we’re desperate, we’re chasing after you.
No rules, no religion. I’ve made my decision to run to You, the healer that I need.
Lord, we’re in the way, we keep making mistakes, Glory is not for us, it’s all for you.
Take me to The King. I don’t have much to bring, my heart is torn in pieces, it’s my offering. Take me to The King. Lay me at the throne, leave me there alone- to gaze upon your glory and sing to You this song. Please Take me to The King.
Take me to the King