|Place In This World
||Michael W. Smith
The wind is moving but I am standing still
A life of pages waiting to be filled
A heart that's hopeful a head that's full of dreams
But this becoming is harder than it seems
Feels like I'm
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world, My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need Your light to help me find
My place in this world , My place in this world
If there are millions down on their knees
Among the many can you still hear me?
Hear me asking where do I belong?
Is there a vision that I can call my own?
Show me I'm Chorus