Carry me to the place I know
Where the river runs so deep
Where the water moves over all of me
And I all but drown in your mercy
Carry me from this hell called home
Where the wolves like shepherds lead
Congregations far from the gospel's heart
To the desert of prosperity
Emmanuel
God with us, where are you now
Emmanuel
God with us, be near somehow
Lift me up to the place I know
In the shadow of your wings
Where I'm safe from harm hidden in your arms
Never far from the sound of your breathing
Lift us up from this hell called home
Where the blood of children speaks
Of the wars we've made, Of the lives we trade
For this desert of prosperity
Jason Morant - Emmanuel Lyrics
Jason Morant - Emmanuel Lyrics
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Carry me to the place I know
Where the river runs so deep
Where the water moves over all of me
And I all but drown in your mercy
Carry me from this hell called home
Where the wolves like shepherds lead
Congregations far from the gospel's heart
To the desert of prosperity
Emmanuel
God with us, where are you now
Emmanuel
God with us, be near somehow
Lift me up to the place I know
In the shadow of your wings
Where I'm safe from harm hidden in your arms
Never far from the sound of your breathing
Lift us up from this hell called home
Where the blood of children speaks
Of the wars we've made, Of the lives we trade
For this desert of prosperity
Where the river runs so deep
Where the water moves over all of me
And I all but drown in your mercy
Carry me from this hell called home
Where the wolves like shepherds lead
Congregations far from the gospel's heart
To the desert of prosperity
Emmanuel
God with us, where are you now
Emmanuel
God with us, be near somehow
Lift me up to the place I know
In the shadow of your wings
Where I'm safe from harm hidden in your arms
Never far from the sound of your breathing
Lift us up from this hell called home
Where the blood of children speaks
Of the wars we've made, Of the lives we trade
For this desert of prosperity