Offering

The sun cannot compare, to the glory of Your love
There is no shadow in Your presence
No mortal man would dare, to stand before Your throne
Before the Holy One of Heaven
It’s only by Your blood, and it’s only through Your mercy, Lord, I come
I bring an offering of worship to my King
No one on earth deserves the praises that I sing
Jesus may You receive the honor that You’re due
O Lord I bring an offering to You, O Lord I bring an offering to You
Over the skies of Bethlehem appeared a star,
while angels sang to lowly shepherds.
Three wise men seeking truth, travelled from afar,
hoping to find the Child from Heaven.
Falling on their knees, they bowed before the humble, Prince of Peace.

© Paul Baloche, 2002
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