Clint Brown At Your Feet
An alabaster box held the costly perfume
She anointed you that day as the fragrance filled the room
She washed your feet with tears and dried them with her hair
I know how Mary felt as she was kneeling there
At your feet
At your feet
I humbly bow before you
With honor i adore you
At your feet
At your feet
There's no place i'd rather be
Than at your feet
Its hard to understand why life seems unfair
Lord, I'm carrying this load that I'm not meant to bear
But you said in your word that peace can be found
If i can find the courage just to lay it all down
At your feet
At your feet
I humbly bow before you
With honor i adore you
At your feet
At your feet
There's no place I'd rather be
Than at your feet