Where the wind bends the trees
You are there
Calling me
Even when I turn away
There You stay
Lord, it's in my pride
Where the demons hide
Set my walk apart from
But then Your wind blows through my trees
And I fall to my knees
Only You could set me free
So I sing
Praises to the King
Worthy is the Lamb of God
My Rock, my strength, my shield
My salvations's seal
That I may never yield the tempter's call
But to Jesus Christ I surrender all
Joseph was a carpenter by trade
And You His apprentice
Think of all the furniture You made
With just a hammer and a nail
And when I think of Your hands so calloused
Free of mischief or malice
Nailed to the tree
The hands that made the world
Took a boy and made a girl
Are nailed there for me
Well I sing
Praises to the King
Worthy is the Lamb of God
My Rock, my strength, my shield
My salvations's seal
That I may never yield the tempter's call
But to Jesus Christ I surrender all
Well, I was standing at the gates of hell
With a heart as black as coal
And You saved my soul
So I sing
Praises to the King
Worthy is the Lamb of God
My Rock, my strength, my shield
My salvations's seal
That I may never yield the tempter's call
But to Jesus Christ I surrender all