Oh Lord, come whisper to me in my sleep
Come pour yourself out over me
Will you draw near?

Oh Lord, you're calling me back to your heart;
restoring the innocence lost
Will you draw near?

I pray - let it be a sweet, sweet sound
Oh Lord, remember your call to your own
Remember your promise to come
Will you draw near?

Come pour your life - oh this offering - all over me
Come with your grace that is cleansing and restoring me
Come with your angels - cover the earth
And hear your people sing of your worth

It's your voice I hear calling my name
It's your grace that pours out like the rain
It's your hand that erases my shame
It's your word that is everlasting

We raise our voice to you - with one sound - to you
We rejoice. Let it be a sweet, sweet