Sunday, February 26, 2012



At Your Feet
She brought you oil, the purest gift she had
You washed her soul with her tears
Though more than a thousand years have passed
I still weep at how much that woman’s
just like me how much I want to be


At your feet, where I feel your spirit cover me
And the darkest of my sins, they are forgiven
what would you ask of me
I’d give up everything just to be at your feet.

 
I know one day I will open up my eyes
To the wonders of heaven foretold
And I'll see that glorious mansion on high
But I'll be content just to see your face
If I can just find my place

At your feet, where I feel your spirit cover me
And the darkest of my sins,
they are forgiven
what would you ask of me
I’d give up everything
just to be at your feet.





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