Dusty feet, tired from walking
But you have beautiful feet
You walked those roads
And You gave hope to me.
Calloused hands, tired from working
But You have beautiful hands
And the wounds there-in have given life to me
And I want to know your beauty
To hold it here in my heart
Oh LORD, if only...
I could make my road look like Your road
If I could love the way You love
If Your word in my heart
Was the only thing I used to fill me up
I want to place my feet where the wounded walk
And where you learn to love no matter what the cost
I want to go
I want to walk Your road
A broken heart for the wounded
And Your's is the most beautiful
Looking past our faults
Dying to meet our need
Weeping eyes for the sinner
There's nothing more beautiful
And LORD, I want the passion of those tears
And I want to know your beauty
To hold it here in my heart
Oh LORD, if only...
I could make my road look like Your road
If I could love the way You love
If Your word in my heart
Was the only thing I used to fill me up
I want to place my feet where the wounded walk
And where you learn to love no matter what the cost
I want to go
I want to know how to walk Your road
