Precious Lord, I Stand in Awe
For all you have done for me
How can I repay?
For the precious miracle of
Your transforming grace,
Do I have adequate words to sing your praise?
The words, "Thank you" and "I love you.",
Are they grand enough for your majesty?
I stand in awe.
I cannot comprehend
You would choose me
As part of your plan.
Teach me, and I will be silent;
Make me understand how I have gone astray.
For the eyes of the Lord are on the righteous,
and his ears are open to their prayer.
But the face of the Lord
is against those who do evil.
But for you, I would have no hope.
How precious Lord, to call you friend.
More precious Lord, to call you Redeemer.
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