He is in the weak...

I wrap God in my perfect packages

A self-made box of wants and needs

With hands raised high, I sing my praise

And forget the ones left in the streets

 

But God does not reside

In churches made of stone

I will not find Him

In palaces of gold

 

He's in the weak, He's in the orphan

He's in the broken and abandoned

That have been too long ignored

 

He's crying out, His arms are reaching

We find him in the helpless and the poor, yeah

The least of these is who His heart beats for

 

So will we stand for the sake of justice?

Will we live in the name of love?

Will we defend the case of the fatherless

And take their cause up as our own?

 

'Cause God does not reside

In churches made of stone

We will not find Him

In palaces of gold

 

He's in the weak, He's in the orphan

He's in the broken and abandoned

That have been too long ignored

 

He's crying out, His arms are reaching

We find Him in the helpless and the poor, yeah

The least of these is who His heart beats for

 

With the same mercy

That we've been given

From His grace received

We must freely give, whoa

 

He's in the weak, He's in the orphan

He's in the broken and abandoned

That have been too long ignored

 He's crying out, His arms are reaching

We find Him in the helpless and the poor, yeah

The least of these is who His heart beats for