I
I wanted to cry, but no place felt right.
I wanted to sing, but no song was found.
I wanted to express the love of a created being.
Searching high and low, but no words could say, could say just how I feel.
Practical and true God, the love inside my heart.
I lift my hands in praise, I rejoice that You came into this world.
II
Man came from dust, and God gave him life.
Satan came down to corrupt mankind.
Lost are their humanity and reason.
Generation after generation, fallen since that day.
But You are … the practical and true God, the love inside my heart.
I am dust but I can see Your face. How can I not worship?
The practical and true God, the love inside my heart.
I am dust but I can see Your face. How can I not worship You?
