There’s a Stirring
There's a stirring deep within me
Could it be my time has come?
When I'll see my gracious savior
Face to face when all is done
Is that His voice I am hearing?
Come away my precious one
Is he calling me?
Is he calling me?
I will rise up, rise up
And bow down
And lay my crown
At his wounded feet
There's a stirring deep within me
Could it be my time has come
When I'll see my gracious savior
Face to face when all is done
Is that his voice I am hearing?
Come away my precious one
Is he calling me?
Is he calling me?
(calling me)
I will rise up
Rise up
And bow down
And lay my crown
At his wounded feet
Is that his voice I am hearing?
Come away my precious one
I will rise up
Rise up
And bow down
And lay my crown
At his wounded feet
I will rise up
Rise up
And bow down
And lay my crown
At his wounded feet