The world can't promise me to hold me like You do
I'm letting my guard down, give it all to You
The world can't promise me to hold me like You do
I'm letting my guard down, letting my guard down
Your yoke is easy, your burden light
The morning comes waiting through the night
Take this lofty heart and bring it low
With the finished work from long ago
This pain is nothing compared to You
I seek the Painter behind the view
Humility will pass the test
Though the body aches, the soul finds rest
Teach me to hang on, though my palms grow numb and red
I'll wait for you to lift me up
Yield to the mighty One instead
Jesus
Jesus
Jesus
Though the body aches, the soul finds rest
Though the body aches, the soul finds rest