I come to you,
Jesus.
falling at your feet,
Jesus.
Fearful and trembling,
Jesus.
– You have every reason to condemn me.
“You harlot!” they say.
– You have every reason to condemn me,
“You sinner!” they say.
– You have every reason to condemn me,
“You leper!” they say
BUT….
– What will You say?
– Will You say I stole a blessing?
– Will You say my touch has made you unclean?
OR
– Will You call out for, murder, “OH, those righteous stones!”
– What will You say?
But I can’t care! I’m pressing forward,
All I have to do is touch Your robe!
I don’t care, I’m pressing forward,
Because standing there before me walks living hope.
And I’ll risk it all.
I’ll risk it all.
Just to hear You call my name,
“Daughter.”
Glory speaks…..and the heavens rejoice.
Glory speaks…..”Oh, the sound of HIS voice!”
And,
You’ve called my name.
And,
I come to you, Jesus.
Falling at your feet, Jesus.
Fearful and trembling, Jesus.
Your glory running through my bones.
Your glory; I’ve seen the face of GOD.
Your glory; I hear my name….
“Daughter, arise…
From the ashes, arise…
From the pit, arise.…
From infirmity, arise....
From your prison, arise…
Daughter, arise…
Your faith has set you free.
