They say that if You only knew
You wouldn’t let me come to You
They say that if You could see
You wouldn’t let me touch Your feet
You wouldn’t want to be near me
You let me come to You
With all of my tears and shame
You can see it all
Yet you call me beautiful
All of my hopes and dreams
fears and insecurities
I pour them out at Your feet
as my fragrant offering
I look at my offering,
it looks so weak to me
Could a King really receive
this ugly thing I bring,
Could a King really want me?
Then, I remember that if you let that woman come to You
With all her tears and her shame, With all her fears and perfumes
You’ll let me come to You, You’ll let me come to You
I am my Beloved’s and He is mine
I am my Beloved’s and He won’t change His mind
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