Come, break bread with me.
I will tell you of how I’ve been made free.
There is a world your eyes have yet to see.
No more dimly lit mirrors for me.
We’ll pull wide the curtain, and strain with our eyes.
We’ll peer past the stories, and see past the lies,
and we'll walk till the morning has risen, and sun breaks the skies.
Days of rest, we will find.
There is a God with the power to break land from the water.
A Father enraptured with sons and with daughters.
And where He goes, man is being made free!
There is a Son who was led like a lamb to the slaughter.
A Spirit who moves oer’ the face of the waters,
and searches e’er for me.
There is a God, there is a God, searching for me.
Hallelujah, Christ the Savior.
Hallelujah, God has come.
Hallelujah, Christ the victor.
Hallelujah, God has won.
There is a God with the power to break land from the water.
A Father enraptured with sons and with daughters.
And where He goes, man is being made free!
There is a Son who was led like a lamb to the slaughter.
A Spirit who moves oer’ the face of the waters,
and searches e’er for me.
