I wrap God in my perfect packages
A self-made box of wants and needs
With hands raised high, I sing my praise
And forget the ones left in the streets

But God does not reside
In churches made of stone
I will not find Him
In palaces of gold

He's in the weak, He's in the orphan
He's in the broken and abandoned
That have been too long ignored

He's crying out, His arms are reaching
We find him in the helpless and the poor, yeah
The least of these is who His heart beats for

So will we stand for the sake of justice?
Will we live in the name of love?
Will we defend the case of the fatherless
And take their cause up as our own?

'Cause God does not reside
In churches made of stone
We will not find Him
In palaces of gold

He's in the weak, He's in the orphan
He's in the broken and abandoned
That have been too long ignored

He's crying out, His arms are reaching
We find Him in the helpless and the poor, yeah
The least of these is who His heart beats for

With the same mercy
That we've been given
From His grace received
We must freely give, whoa

He's in the weak, He's in the orphan
He's in the broken and abandoned
That have been too long ignored

He's crying out, His arms are reaching
We find Him in the helpless and the poor, yeah
The least of these is who His heart beats for

He's in the weak, He's in the weak
Yeah, yeah