Tua Morada

I won’t give my eyes a break
I won’t give my eyelids a rest
Until I see a place for You, Jesus
I’ll enter the sanctuary
And I’ll climb up to Your holy mountain
Until I see a spot
Prepared for You

CHORUS

COME MAKE YOUR DWELLING, COME MAKE YOUR DWELLING
AMONG US

One thing I ask of the Lord
This is what I seek, this is what I seek
That I may dwell in Your house
All the days of my life

And I found You, I found You
Your altars, Lord, are my God