Their faces tell the story,
They can't hide behind the words.
And even in their smiles, is a sense of empty hurt.
And they're waiting for somebody to listen to their lives
A tender-hearted Father to hear their longing cries.
And they're waiting to be wanted, waiting for someone,
To reach inside and hold them like no one has ever done.
But their waiting to be wanted will find it's ending soon.
When they run into the arms of Jesus,
Their waiting to be wanted will be through.
Their waiting to be wanted will be through.
And hopes for their tomorrows can begin to come alive.
A sense of new belonging looking in the Savior's eyes.
No need to be held captive thinking no one cares.
Because of love, He wants them and hears their every prayer.
And they're waiting to be wanted, waiting for someone,
To reach inside and hold them like no one has ever done.
But their waiting to be wanted will find it's ending soon.
When they run into the arms of Jesus,
Their waiting to be wanted will be through.
Their waiting to be wanted will be through.
And they're waiting to be wanted, waiting for someone,
To reach inside and hold them like no one has ever done.
But their waiting to be wanted will find it's ending soon.
When they run into the arms of Jesus,
Their waiting to be wanted will be through.
Their waiting to be wanted will be through.