Lyrics:

A man on the street
The least of these
Is waiting for someone to notice he’s real
In his eyes you can see the places he’s been
But now he’s just asking to be set free
‘Cause freedom is one thing he’s never known
He thinks he’s not worthy of Your throne

We need your mercy
We’re all unworthy
So let Your glory on us

We open our eyes
We open our hands
To see Your glory heal the earth
We look for Your face
In the darkest of places
To see Your glory heal the earth

The more that I learned as we walked along
Is we’re not all that different
Just flesh and bone
His clothes might be tattered, old and torn
But my heart’s grown weary, jaded and worn

We need your mercy
We’re all unworthy
So let Your glory on us

We open our eyes
We open our hands
To see Your glory heal the earth
We look for Your face
In the darkest of places
To see Your glory heal the earth


© 2014 PJ Anderson & Britt Edwards