Here is our King!

From wherever Spring arrives, to heal the ground.
From wherever searching comes, the look itself.

A trace of what we're looking for, so be quiet now.... and wait.

The ocean...
... is growing...
The tide is coming...
... here it is...

Here is our King.
Here is our Love.
Here is our God whose come, to bring us back to Him!.

And what was said to the rose to make it unfold?
Was said to me here in my chest, so be quiet now... and rest.

The ocean...
... is growing...
The tide is coming...
... here it is...

Here is our King.
Here is our Love.
Here is our God whose come, to bring us back to Him!