by Johnathan David Helser and Shane Key |
| I see a mountain, you see a miracle |
| I see a wasteland, you see a garden |
| I see dry bones, you see an army |
| You are, I am |
| But I've been so blind all this time |
| My God, touch me |
| I want to see the way that you see |
| I see a seed, you see a harvest |
| I see the water, you see the wine |
| I see the broken, you see the body |
| I see my enemy, you see your footstool |
| I see my sin, you see the blood |
| I see a baby, you see a saviour |
| I see my failure, you see redemption |
| I see a beggar, you see a son |
| I see my Father, you see your son |
| I see my sheaperd, you see your Lamb |
| I see your eyes, staring at mine |