Heaven's King

From dust of the ground man came Your breath entered his still frame A helper came from his side It was your daughter And when you came out the grave You silenced our sin and shame Adopted, we have a name We're sons and daughters Shine Father Shine May my life, produce wine Let my life be an offering And point only to heaven's king Your thoughts towards us are good Offer our hearts we should Give all we have to you As sons and daughters The words that you say won't fail We're blessed with the grace to tell The stories of being yours Your sons and daughters I'll only do What I see him do Father come and show me through I'll say What I hear him say Father come prepare the way I want my life to reflect yours I want my life to reflect yours