THE REWARD PRELUDE

In the middle of the storm, You are the peace

In the middle of the desert, You are my stream

In the middle of my mess, You wash my feet

In the middle of it all, here You are

Oh Lord, You'll never leave, You'll never leave

You'll never leave, I am not alone

You'll never leave, You'll never leave

You'll never leave, I am not alone

In the middle of my brokeness, You are my

strength

In the middle my nothing, You are everything

In the middle of cry, You answered me

In the middle of it all, here You are

Oh Lord, You'll never leave, You'll never leave

You'll never leave, I am not alone

You'll never leave, You'lle never leave

You'll never leave, I am not alone

You'll never leave, You'll never leave

You'll never leave, You'll never leave

Oh my King, You'll never leave, You'll never

leave

You'll never leave, I am not alone

In the middle of my storm, You are my peace

In the middle of my desert, You are that stream

In the middle of my mess, You come down and

wash my feet

In the middle of it all, here, You are In the

middle of it, here

You are In the middle of it, here You are

Oh God, You never leave, You never leave,

You never leave, In the middle of my soul

You are here with me you never leave

Walking beside me, walking right beside me,

Right in the middle, right in the middle

Oh my King, never, You never leave

Closer than the air that I breathe

Oh God You're invading my space

Closer than the skin or my broken frame

You know every word on my lips even before I

speak

Every day of my life, God, is written, written on

Your book

You know me, inside and out

You created me on my mother's womb

You never even thought about leaving me

Even in my sin, even in my darkness

And all my mess, You, You, You loved me

You came down from heaven, perfect one

Walked right into my sin

And with the towel and a basin

You washed the feet, washed the feet, the filthy

feet

Only God, Who's ever heard such a thing

'Bout a King would wash his serent's feet

About a King would wash his servent King

Oh, What a love, that the God of all would come

down

From Heaven above, washed the feet of the one

He loved

He never leave, He never leave