At His feet is what I should live for
But His throat is what I reach for
Living a life contrary to His Word
Speaking deceit, being about my word
Flesh so weak, desires so twisted
Sin is what we are, because we miss it
The mark of His glory, righteousness
Holy Spirit moves, the heart's indecisiveness
Wanting to be free from the malice
Heart needing sanctifying justice
Seeking grace that is so implicit
The way of the Father is so exquisite
Exponential love that fills the cup
Overflowing joy, magnified lifted up
Spirit moving as rushing wind
At His feet is where I am called friend
