There is a hole in every man
An aching for the perfect land
A longing for the One who heals
Whose hand creates, whose heart feels
He is Emanuel, the God with us
He’s with those who put their trust
In Christ the Son, the Holy One
Who parts the waters, shakes the earth
And brings us to a brand new birth
Who hung lifeless on a tree
Only to rise again, forever free
The longing for the restless soul
Is met in Christ, He makes us whole
In heaven’s land we’ll one day roam
If we make Jesus our only Lord
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