الكلمات الأصلية
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I Can I lift my hands in praise
If my life does not reflect it
And when I wrestle with my faith
Why should I act like it’s perfected?
Ooooh, Nothing that I have
Is good enough to offer You today
When I’m feeling this way
But You meet me where I am
Here between Your mercy and my shame
And that’s exactly why You came
Ooooh oooh
It’s the beauty of Your grace
What’s this smile upon my face
If inside my heart is aching
Should I hide this pain I feel
Or treat the wounds I’ve been forsaking?
Ooooh, Nothing that I have
Is good enough to offer You today
When I’m feeling this way
But You meet me where I am
Here between Your mercy and my shame
And that’s exactly why You came
Ooooh oooh
It’s the beauty of Your grace
That makes me worthy
Of the things I don't deserve
And offers freely
Of this love I couldn’t earn
And though I’ve faltered
You’ve regarded every plea
And though I’ve fallen
I can’t fall beyond your reach
Ooooh, Nothing that I have
Is good enough to offer You today
When I’m feeling this way
But You meet me where I am
Here between Your mercy and my shame
And that’s exactly why You came
Ooooh oooh
It’s the beauty of Your grace
