He is able to restore He is able to heal He is able to reprove He is able to forgive
Though your spirit may be wounded Or your heart be filled with grief The proud will have no hope But the humble no defeat
Fall upon your knees Cry out to your maker He will hear you, cause he's your secret place Fall upon your knees, bow before your maker He will deliver you, cause he's your secret place
He gives strength to the weary He gives power to the weak When you go to him in secret And lay surrendered at his feet
