Make - JOHNNYSWIM

I walk right up onto your throne

Pick up your life, lay down my own

And on this altar known as love

You made an orphan child a son

Made an orphan child a son

When wandering was my heart’s recourse

You brought me home from distant shores

And on this altar void of pride

You made a harlot girl your bride

Made a harlot girl your bride

Now I’m standing face to face

Here with angels and the saints

With beauty only love could ever make

From now until forever’s end

You hold me close and you call me friend

No deeper love I’ve ever known

Than when your heart became my home

When your heart became my home

Now I’m standing face to face

Here with angels and the saints

With beauty only love could ever make