I don’t have an offering to bring to you.

I have nothing of value to lay at your feet.

For what could I bring to the one who owns everything?

But a heart full of love,

And a mouth full of thanks,

And a mind that is open to seeing how broken I am as I gaze at you.

This is what I bring.

You summoned the sun so it rose in the morning sky.

You hung every star in its place for your pleasure.

So what could I bring that you would find beautiful?

But a heart full of love,

And a mouth full of thanks,

And a mind that is open to seeing how broken I am as I gaze at you.

This is what I bring.