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 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? Will we live in the name of love? Will we defend the case of the fatherless And take their 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 find Him in the helpless and the poor, yeah The least of these is who His heart beats for With the same mercy That we've been given From His grace received We must freely give, whoa 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 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 Yeah, yeah