Texty: Starfield. Beauty in the Broken. Unashamed.

I have not much to offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come because Your cross
Has placed in me my worth

Oh, Christ my King of sympathy
Whose wounds secure my peace
Your grace extends to call me friend
Your mercy sets me free

And I know I'm weak, I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace, because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed

I can't explain this kind of love
I'm humbled and amazed
That You'd come down from heavens heights
And greet me face to face

And I know I'm weak, I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace, because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed

I know I'm weak, I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace, because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed, yeah

Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete
Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete

Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete
Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete

Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete
Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete

Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete
Here I am at Your feet
In my brokenness complete

At Your feet
Complete