Album: A Glimpse of Who You Are - Single
The debt is too great and my hands are too poor
To bring You a worthy offering
I'm fashioning dust that is already Yours
For You are the source of all things
So how can I thank You for all that You've done
And what can I lay at the altar?
More than the push and the pull from my lungs
More than a psalm in a psalter
I lift up my empty hands
And bring You a consecrated heart
I'm giving You all of me
Only let me see
A glimpse of Who You are
But what is my voice to the sound of Your beckon
That sung every atom into being?
And what are these notes to the music of heaven
Sung by the choirs of Seraphim?
How do I thank You for all that You are
With 88 keys and a dull voice?
More than the weak intonations of art
More than a dissonant noise
I lift up my empty hands
And give You a consecrated heart
I'm bringing the whole of me
For a chance to see
A glimpse of Who You are
I lift up my empty hands
And give You a consecrated heart
I'm bringing the best of me
Only let me be
A glimpse of Who You are
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