In The Weak Lyrics

Chris Sligh In The Weak

I wrap God in my perfect packages
A self-made box of wants and needs
With hands raised
high, I sing my praise
And forget the ones left in the streets

But God does
not reside in churches made of stone
I will not find Him in palaces of gold
/> He's in the weak, He's in the orphan
He's in the broken and abandoned
That have
been too long ignored
He's crying out, His arms are reaching
We'll find Him in the
helpless and the poor, yeah
The least of these is who His heart beats for

So
will we stand for the sake of justice?
And will we live in the name of love?
Will we
defend the case of the fatherless?
Or take the cause up as our own?

'Cause God
does not reside in churches made of stone
We will not find Him in palaces of gold
/> He's in the weak, He's in the orphan
He's in the broken and abandoned
That have
been too long ignored
He's crying out, His arms are reaching
We'll find Him in the
helpless and the poor, yeah
The least of these is who His heart beats for

With
the same mercy (with the same mercy)
That we've been given (that we've been given) /> From
His grace received we must freely give

He's in the weak, He's in the
orphan
He's in the broken and abandoned
That have been too long ignored
He's
crying out, His arms are reaching
We'll find Him in the helpless and the poor, yeah />
The least of these is who His heart beats for
He's in the weak
He's in the weak