Oh Lord I give you all I have
But it seems so little
When you have given me so much
I come to you with empty hands
And a heart that's fragile
You come to me with a wealth of love
Oh Lord Your love
Is new with every morning
Your faithfulness
It gets me through the night
You bid me come
You know that I am weary
Your yoke is easy
Your burden is light
And now I sing you songs of praise
But your greatness is beyond me
I know I can not comprehend
How You, Ancient of Days
Stoop Yourself to call me
To be Your son
To be Your friend