اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I have not much, to offer you.
Not near what you deserve, but still you come,
Because your cross, has placed in me my worth.
Oh christ my king, of sympathy,
Whose wounds secure my peace.
Your grace extends to call me friend.
Your mercy sets me free.
And i know i'm weak, i know i'm unworthy,
To call upon your name.
But because of grace, because of your mercy,
I stand here unashamed.
I can't explain this kind of love, i'm humbled and amazed,
That you'd come down, from heaven's heights,
And greet me face to face.
Here i am at your feet,
In my brokenness, complete.
