Where else will I go?

Where else will I go?

Where else will I go? Where else will I go?

Where else will I go?

If not to the arms of my father, where else will I go?

If not to the arms of my father

there is no better place

that in your arms

Than to be with you Than in your arms

than to be with you

It is an honor to be

be with my father again

be with my father again

To be with my father To be with my father again

be with my father

I was born to adore you

I live to adore

I am here to adore you

I come home and I never leave

I never, never, never leave

I want to be here with you

With my father

With my father

I run to the arms of my Father

I hear you say: My son is you

sing it to the king

I approach the throne of Your grace

We draw near I draw near to the throne of Your grace

we get closer

I surrender to you, it's Your love for me We get closer

I surrender to you, it's your love for me

I run to the arms of my Father

Abba Father I run to the arms of my Father

abba father

I hear you say: My son is you. abba father

I hear you say: My son is you

I approach the throne of Your grace

I surrender to you, your love has no end

I could tell you so many ways I surrender to you, your love has no end

I could tell you so many ways

king or lord

love of my heart

But you prefer that I call you father

and you remind me what

I have no other place

Well…

You, the only satiable source

You, for my soul so favorable

And I want to be a pleasant offering

And to be able to reciprocate Your inexhaustible love

It's incomprehensible how much you love me

That you tell me 'my son when you call me

You spill in my life of Your presence

Today I long to feel you urgently

I will never deny you, I will always serve you

I understand that I was born to glorify you

I'm going to follow you, I'm going after your steps

And if I get tired I rest in Your arms

Where shall I go, but to you, blessed Father?

Nobody better than you knows what I need

Hold me, talk to me, fill me, restore me, love me

I run to the arms of my Father

I hear you say: My son is you

I approach the throne of Your grace

I surrender to you, it's your love for me

Pruned on a stake for me I surrender to you, it's Your love for me

Shown on a stick for me

I run to the arms of my Father

From my Abba, from my Abba Father I run to the arms of my Father

From my Abba, from my Abba Father

I hear you say: My son is you. From my Abba, from my Abba Father

I hear you say: My son is you

From my Abba, from my Abba Father I hear you say: You are my son

I hear you say: My son is you

I approach the throne of Your grace

I surrender to you, your love has no end