Let Your Rhythm Heal

Lord… wash over me…
Take the weight, take the fear…
Let the rhythm heal…

Wash over me (wash over me),
like a river wild and free.
Take the weight, take the fear —
let Your rhythm heal.

Midnight table, bills half-paid,
the radio low, and I'm wide awake.
The envelope is sitting there unopened in the light,
and I can't stop turning it around all night.
I trace the wood grain with a heavy hand,
trying to find the faith to stand.
Then the choir starts rising, lights break through,
and I feel Heaven opening the room.

Hands up (hands up), tears down,
grace still moving all around.
I may bend, I may shake — but my spirit will not break.

Wash over me (wash over me),
like a river wild and free.
Take the weight, take the fear —
let Your rhythm heal.

Holy Spirit, move (Spirit move),
put my heart back in the groove.
I may bend, I won't break —
wash over me.

I pray for the ones too tired to pray,
the ones who forgot how to feel today.
Let the drum become a prayer tonight,
let the bassline carry light.
Let the snare knock loose the chains,
let the organ call the rain.
Let the broken body dance again,
let the joy come back to stay.

Who lifted you? (God did!)
Who carried you? (God did!)
Who healed your heart? (God did!)
These knees that couldn't stand
are dancing where I fell —
if He did it before, He'll do it again.

Spirit move (move in this room),
healing in the room…
put my heart back in the groove.

Wash over us (wash over us),
like a river wild and just.
Take the weight, take the fear —
let Your rhythm heal.

Wash over me (healing),
healing, healing (freedom),
Spirit move… wash over me.