I cannot hide the weakness
I can't deny that I am no more than a fool.
I built an altar out of the ruins
of this broken life that I live.
not in my strength, but my weakness.
Have you not called the disqualified,
the poor, and the prodigal son?
the lost and unfortunate one?
And still you have called me your own.
And then you washed me in blood
So I boldly come to your throne,
Have you not called the disqualified,
the poor and the prodigal sons?
the lost and unfortunate ones?
and still you have called me
in blood under the cross,
so I boldly come to your throne.
praise Him in the evening,
praise Him in the morning too, yeah,
I have brought nothing to the table,
just a desire to know you more.
I praise you. I praise you,
Praise Him with your song,
praise Him with your song.
God is my strength and my way,