Texty: David Crowder. A Collision. O God Where Are You Now (In Pickerel Lake? Pigeon? Marquette? Mackinaw?).

O God, hold me now.
O Lord, hold me now.
There's no other man who could raise the dead.
So do what You can to annoint my head.
O God, where are you now?
O Lord, say somehow.

Da da da, da da da.

O God, hold me now.

O God touch me now.
There's no other man who could save the day.
There's no other god who could raise the dead.