Coming to you in my mind
With gifts sweet and tender
From a heart full of love
Gentle on the breeze and
Full of promise maybe we'll
Talk and maybe you'll teach
Me dome great thing in
Just sitting at your feet I
Rejoice because usually I am
Ignored or kicked at told to
Go away, not make them
Unclean with my sin in
Recognition that I am less
The honor has been to be
At your feet in kindness
Allowed to touch you and
Yet you do more by forgiving
I am set free to be more