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
