Margins - Great Awakening

Put me in the margins

I heard that is where you set up camp

Pick me out of millions

Place me with the stars inside your tent

Steal me from a status

Name me with the breath that formed my frame

Your words matter to me

You’re my truest family

Holy ground in the midst of hostile nations

I want to be your land, land that no one else can have

Set me aside like a garden that you come to rest in

Before I cross the line, from this world to thine

Make me your land

Pull me form the masses

Hunt me with those eyes I’ve seen in dreams

Bring me out of hiding

Settle down my heartbeat

You wrote me in the story

Just another gentile wild in heart

You fashioned me with glory

Now make me holy as you are

Make me your land

I want to a place where you can rest your head

Make me your land

You can have my heart and you have my hands

Make me your land