Hey weary traveler, have you finally lost your way?
You dream of turning back the clock to yesterday
What seemed so simple then has now faded away
And you'd often wonder why
The truth surrendered as the years went by

You grabbed the simple gift and held it as a child
But faith became encumbered
Chained after a while
And then your journey just got harder every mile
But it's an endless game, you see
Forget the rest and just come back to Me

Reaching out, reaching in
Faith to works to doubt and back again
You've been around the world and back
Love and loss, vanity
Just believe and leave the rest to Me
You'll see
Around the world and back

Grace has a way of building hope out of despair
Peel back the layers of the baggage that you bear
And watch your great confusion banish in the air
Now the lies have gone away
You found that child from long ago today

Reaching out, reaching in...

You will never reach as high as heaven's door
You could never build a bridge to Me
Your greatest acts are filthy rags
But grace alone is free
So rest in Me

SOLO: JON

So many try to qualify the promises that I've made
To twist the gift into some kind of trade
But grace bears no allowance
For your works to make your way
Be not afraid
Your price is paid

Reaching out, reaching in...


Smith