I knew a song that played in me
It seems I’ve lost the melody
So please, Lord, give it back to me

Years in the desert with no drink
Strike a rock, make it bleed
And please, Lord, give it back to me

If You blow on the embers
The light will shine on my face
The streams will run in the desert and sing amazing grace

You’re everywhere in every time
And yet you’re always hard to find
Please, Lord, I don’t want a sign

I need Your breath on the embers
I need Your light on my face
I need the streams in the desert that sing amazing grace


(Slocum, Nash, Fitchuk)