Come tell us all your troubles, child
We wanna see you free
And see the shackles all that make you fall
Come unchained from your feet
We're gonna break down this old tin roof
And lower you into His arms
Jesus I can see Your eyes
From across this old street
See, the life I chose is throwing stones
Am I lowly as I seem?
I'm gonna go out and fight the crowd
And fall down at Your feet
Oh, Father, I am growing weary
Help me with my disbelief
When the storms they come and steal my love
Do You walk on those seas
I'm gonna step out on your still seas
And trust Your faith in me
I'm gonna go out and fight the crowd
And fall down at Your feet
