Текст песни In the Middle - Jonathan David Helser , Melissa Helser

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