What are you hoping I will do—
go on and ask for more;
the question you’re afraid to ask
is now an easy task;
the healing you’ve been praying for
is waiting on your voice—
so shout out to the King above,
shout out to David’s Son;
so shout out to the King above,
shout out to David’s Son.
shout out to the Merciful One,
shout out to the Merciful One.
We heard about the healing first,
the blind man at the gate;
and someone ran to tell us fast,
their breath still on the run;
then hope became a certain faith
knowing what He had done.
The crowd was pressing all around
as He was leaving town;
we couldn’t see which way He moved,
the voices drowned the sound;
then hope became a certain faith
that pushed us to the call—
so we cried out the very words
the healed man had cried.
And suddenly the world was bright,
our eyes were filled with light;
the road we once could only feel
was standing clear in sight;
His mercy turned our pleading cry
into a healed delight—
and now we follow after Him,
the One who gave us sight.
What are you hoping I will do—
go on and ask for more;
the question you’re afraid to ask
is now an easy task;
the healing you’ve been praying for
is waiting on your voice—
so shout out to the King above,
shout out to David’s Son;
so shout out to the King above,
shout out to David’s Son.
What are you hoping I will do—
go on and ask for more;
the question you’re afraid to ask
is now an easy task;
the healing you’ve been praying for
is waiting on your voice—
so shout out to the King above,
shout out to David’s Son;
so shout out to the King above,
shout out to David’s Son.
What are you hoping I will do—
go on and ask for more;
the question you’re afraid to ask
is now an easy task;
the healing you’ve been praying for
is waiting on your voice—
the healing you’ve been praying for is waiting on your voice—