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
