Song | Holy One |
Artist | Rush of Fools |
Album | Premiere Performance Plus: Holy One |
Face to the ground, I’m not proud | |
Of all you must see when you look at me | |
I tremble at first, as You wash the dirt | |
The dirt from my feet | |
And I see my need for thee | |
You lift me up, Holy One, Holy One | |
When I but come, you’re enough, you’re enough | |
You fill me up with your love, with your love | |
To you I run, Holy One, Holy One | |
All other noise, fades away | |
Like all of the fear, when Your voice I hear | |
You’re beckoning me, to come and just be | |
A child at Your feet | |
Seeing my need for thee | |
Your enough to satisfy | |
When the world has left me only dry | |
Enough to save my life | |
When the world has left me here to die |
Face to the ground, I' m not proud | |
Of all you must see when you look at me | |
I tremble at first, as You wash the dirt | |
The dirt from my feet | |
And I see my need for thee | |
You lift me up, Holy One, Holy One | |
When I but come, you' re enough, you' re enough | |
You fill me up with your love, with your love | |
To you I run, Holy One, Holy One | |
All other noise, fades away | |
Like all of the fear, when Your voice I hear | |
You' re beckoning me, to come and just be | |
A child at Your feet | |
Seeing my need for thee | |
Your enough to satisfy | |
When the world has left me only dry | |
Enough to save my life | |
When the world has left me here to die |