I Worship You

I worship you spirit, your grace
I come to you,
as I am, a daughter of yours,
needing your embrace.

I worship you my King, my God
I fall at your feet,
unworthy I am
a mess, reaching for your heart

You hold me in your hand
I can't even look at your face,
It's smiling I know, so full of grace,
I bow as I worship you, in this place.

Hold me Lord, Almighty
Heal my heart, touch my mind
You made me in your image
I desire from you, to be worthy