We might not know if it has a name We might call it circumstance We might try to look the other way We might think it's accident
It's a wound--it's a sting It's a finger with a string It's a song with no words that we know It's a mist--it's a dream It's a faded memory And we want it bad We want it bad
Chorus: To be here To be now To be open to the truth To be held To be seen To be heard To be faith To be hope And greatest gift of all-- To be loved--all we really want is To be loved
We might call it the price of growing up We might think it's fairytale We might try to medicate the ache We might think we're all alone
It's a name we can't speak It's a stranger on the street It's a hope in the things not seen It's a peace that we crave It's the thing for which we're made And we want it bad We want it bad
Chorus
We find no rest until we rest in You We cling to our stubbornness We let go of what we never had To find our way to You
'Cause we hurt and we bleed In our brokenness and need And we're scared to come in too close But Your love has a way Of invading every space And we want it bad We want it bad Thank you for visiting AllGospelLyrics.com!
