do I honor You with words
or do I walk a thousand miles
to show You what Your worth
in all I say in all I do
I'm ever short of You
with empty hands I come
a beggars song I sing to You
You are my cup
You are my bread
You're the spotless lam
my truest friend
You are my King
You are my peace
You're the air I breathe
You're everything to me
am I standing only ankle deep
or do I fear the crashing waves
afraid that I may sink
draw me to the deepest place
that I might worship You
with empty hands I come
a beggars song I sing to You