Face to the ground
 I'm not proud
 Of all You must see
 When You look at me
 I tremble at first
 As You wash the dirt
 The dirt from my feet
 And I see my need for Thee

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 You lift me up
 Holy One, Holy One
 When I [bad word] 
 You're enough, You're enough
 You fill me up
 With your love, with your love
 To You [bad word] 
 Holy One, Holy One

 All other noise fades away
 Like all of the fear
 When your voice I hear
 You're beckoning me
 [bad word] and just be
 child at Your feet
 Seeing my need for Thee

 [bad word] 

 You're enough to satisfy
 When the world has left me only dry
 Enough to save my life
 When the world has left me here to die

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