terça-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2009

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I have not much, to offer You.

Not near what You deserve, but still You come,

Because Your cross, has placed in me my worth.
Pre Chorus:Oh Christ my King, of sympathy,

Whose wounds secure my peace.

Your grace extends to call me friend.

Your mercy sets me free.
Chorus:And I know I'm weak, I know I'm unworthy,

To call upon Your name. But because of grace, because of Your mercy,

I stand here unashamed.
I can't explain this kind of love, I'm humbled and amazed,

That You'd come down, from heaven's heights,

And greet me face to face.
Here I am at Your feet, In my brokenness, complete.

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