Your People

We lay down our idols
We don't want them any more
We lay down our idols
God, we reject their pull
Lay it down

We Lay it down
They vie for the soul
But we reject their pull
We lay it down, lay it down
They vie for the soul
But we reject their pull

Praying to a thought that you created
Sacrificing to an object so vacant
Lifeless stones, man made thrones
Appraising creation
Over the One who created

Oh we turn away
Slaves we refuse to be
Devoted to You is all
That I want to be
All that I want to be

And You will be
You will be our God
We will be Your people
Your chosen people
And You will be
You will be our God
We will be Your people
Your chosen people

And it vies for the soul
And it burns us like fuel
And it grows oh it grows
Until it destroys the soul
Destroys the soul

Oh we turn away
Slaves we refuse to be
Devoted to You is all
That I want to be
All that I want to be

And You will be
You will be our God
We will be Your people
Your chosen people
And You will be
You will be our God
We will be Your people
Your chosen people

We turn away everything
That exults itself above
The most high King
We Turn away everything
That exults itself above
The knowledge of the King
We lay it down

Every idol that captures the heart
Every vice that holds on so tight
Every idol that captures the heart
Every vice that holds on so tight
Must be broken

And You will be
You will be our God
We will be Your people
And You will be
You will be our God
We will be Your people
We will be Your people
We will be Your people