You, King of the universe,
have come to me today.
I now bow down humbly,
and attempt to sing Your praise!
You who healed the blind man,
who made the mute man sing,
you come to live within my soul,
by this manna that you bring
I don't deserve to stand here,
at the throne of your glory,
But if I ran away O Lord,
You'd come chasing after me!
And You'd draw me to yourself Oh Lord!
Lifted up above the earth.
With Mary I'd weep below Your cross,
and pray for a new birth.
What can I offer you my Lord?
What Thanksgiving could I bring?
Unite me to your sacrifice,
your death and your rising.
O Lord, I have no gifts to bring.
So I give myself with You.
Take all I have, and all I am,
and all I'll ever do.
You are all I want Jesus.
My Lord! My God! My All!
The Lamb of God, our Sacrifice,
our remedy for the fall.
But, Lord I am not worthy
to recieve the angel's bread.
Forgive me now of what I've done,
what I've thought, and what I've said.
The babe who rested in Mary's womb,
rests upon my tounge right now.
Yes Lord, I believe you're here,
but I cannot fathom how.
May this food refresh my mind,
and may it heal my soul.
That I might fight and I might win,
that I might achieve my goal.
I am now fed, I am now full,
my cup has overflowed!
With grateful joy I leave to tread,
upon the narrow road.
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