Would I be surprised to find how close You are How blind I am to what I've been staring at my whole life Just sitting here gazing at the sky Waiting for you to split it Forgetting that You were the one who made it Make it new, make it real Make it more than I ever thought possible Make it new, make it real Make it more than I ever thought feasible Would I be surprised to find how close You are And how blind I am to what I've been staring at my whole life Just sitting here looking at my hands Waiting for You to fill them Forgetting that You were the one who made them Show me that Your glory dwells, that Your glory dwells in the ordinary