Put me in the margins I heard that is where you set up camp Pick me out of millions Place me with the stars inside your tent Steal me from a status Name me with the breath that formed my frame Your words matter to me You're my truest family Holy ground in the midst of hostile nations I want to be your land, land that no one else can have Set me aside like a garden that you come to rest in Before I cross the line, from this world to thine Make me your land Pull me form the masses Hunt me with those eyes I've seen in dreams Bring me out of hiding Settle down my heartbeat You wrote me in the story Just another gentile wild in heart You fashioned me with glory Now make me holy as you are Make me your land I want to a place where you can rest your head Make me your land You can have my heart and you have my hands Make me your land