Tired

We're at the place Lord Where we're tired of playing the orphan Where we're tired of begging for mercy All this time that we've prayed that you open Your arms and welcome these orphans But we're tired of playing We're tired of saying [Chrous] So God we're ready To be sons and daughters Not orphans But children serving our father And we know that we must cast away All our orphaned memories And take your ring upon our finger So God Make us son's and daughters [Verse 2] We're at this place lord Where were tired of sleeping in mud Where were tired of casting our pearls All this time that we begged for our blessing And then wasted it on window dressings Of our soul orphaned hearts, so we're tired Of playing and were tired of saying [Chrous] So God we're ready To be sons and daughters Not orphans But children serving our father And we know that we must cast away All our orphaned memories And take your ring upon our finger So God Make us son's and daughters So Make us son's and daughters Children of the father And We're no Longer orphans You made us so much stronger So Make us son's and daughters Children of the father And We're no Longer orphans You made us so much stronger [Bridge] It's so good to be in your heart To know that neither life nor death Can tear us apart And we cast away All our orphaned memories And take your ring upon our finger For now God We are sons and daugters And we cast away All our orphaned memories And take your ring upon our finger For now God We are sons and daugters Yes Make us son's and daughters Children of our father [End]