Broken dreams Marvel at the mystery For free received A second chance A crippled heart Nestled in my father's arms A new beginning For everything I do not know what to say But what can I say thank you I don't have much to give But what do I have I will waste it with you There's no place I'd rather be So with my face at your feet Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh Tears of gratitude Wipe away the shameful years Song of freedom It's on my lips Miserable like me Freed from my poverty Save me And my broken heart I do not know what to say But what can I say thank you I don't have much to give But what do I have I will waste it with you There's no place I'd rather be So with my face at your feet All my tears And all my fragrance Pouring over The feet of Jesus All my tears And all my fragrance Pouring over The feet of Jesus All my tears And all my fragrance Pouring over The feet of Jesus All my tears And all my fragrance Pouring over The feet of Jesus I do not know what to say But what can I say thank you I don't have much to give But what do I have I will waste it with you There's no place I'd rather be So with my face at your feet Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh On your feet Oh-oooh-oh-oh-oooh