Broken dreams
Marvel at the mystery
For free received
A second chance
A crippled heart
Nestled in my father's arms
A new beginning
For everything
I do not know what to say
But what can I say thank you
I don't have much to give
But what do I have
I will waste it with you
There's no place I'd rather be
So with my face at your feet
Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh
Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh
Tears of gratitude
Wipe away the shameful years
Song of freedom
It's on my lips
Miserable like me
Freed from my poverty
Save me
And my broken heart
I do not know what to say
But what can I say thank you
I don't have much to give
But what do I have
I will waste it with you
There's no place I'd rather be
So with my face at your feet
All my tears
And all my fragrance
Pouring over
The feet of Jesus
All my tears
And all my fragrance
Pouring over
The feet of Jesus
All my tears
And all my fragrance
Pouring over
The feet of Jesus
All my tears
And all my fragrance
Pouring over
The feet of Jesus
I do not know what to say
But what can I say thank you
I don't have much to give
But what do I have
I will waste it with you
There's no place I'd rather be
So with my face at your feet
Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh
On your feet
Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh
