When my knees hit the ground / The dust from which I came
I’ll still worship you Lord / I’ll still praise your holy name
‘Cause then the sun meets the horizon / And it falls upon my skin
You breathe your breath of life / Into me once again
Your mercy of Lord / Flows from the mountains to the sea
In your presence dear God / That’s where I want to be
Your compassion rains down / On my dry and weary soul
You refresh me and you nourish me / For its in you the I grow
When my knees hit the ground / The dust from which I came
I’ll still worship you Lord / I’ll still praise your holy name
Because your blood flows down from the cross / Like a river to my soul
It refines me and reminds me / That its in you I’m made whole
When my knees hit the ground / The dust from which I came
I’ll still worship you Lord / I’ll still praise your holy name
The 'hows' and 'whys' of life are often very confusing, but sometimes discovering the color and the shape of it all can be very entertaining. In the search for personal relevance in life come moments of profound insight and painful humour... here are some of mine.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
I’ll Still Worship You
Note: Below are lyrics to a song a wrote a very long time ago. It's a little cliche, nothing to special, but it means something to me. It comes from a God given moment of inspiration. I have a cool little melody that goes with it, but you'll have to do without it of course.
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