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

And 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 so I can 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

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