Audience

Love sings a sweet song,
That calls to the hopeful,
Reminding them there's reason to try,
And though they've grown weary,
They sing with the ocean,
Lifting their hands to the skies,

And proclaim to the mountains,
As glory and majesty,
Quickly surround them like air,
And strong as the thunder,
Come voices of rising praise,
As worship is heard everywhere,

And there they bow humbly,
Those who seek love alone,
And find it to be drawing them in,
Like waves of the ocean,
Embracing them one by one,
Cleansing and washing their sin,

Turning to praise again,
They lift up holy hands,
Gladly acclaiming their King,
Worthy is He of this,
He who made all things,
Their voices rise and they sing,

And their love sings a sweet song,
Calls from the hopeful,
Reminder of reason to try,
When though they grow weary,
There is One who listens still,
One who is seated on high,

He listens with mercy,
Showers down love and grace,
Giving as He gave His Son,
And that's why they praise Him,
God of the universe,
The glorious audience of one.