Would I be surprised to find how close You are
How blind I am to what I’ve been staring at my whole life
Just sitting here gazing at the sky
Waiting for you to split it
Forgetting that You were the one who made it

Make it new, make it real
Make it more than I ever thought possible
Make it new, make it real
Make it more than I ever thought feasible

Would I be surprised to find how close You are
And how blind I am to what I’ve been staring at my whole life
Just sitting here looking at my hands
Waiting for You to fill them
Forgetting that You were the one who made them

Show me that Your glory dwells, that Your glory dwells in the ordinary