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
 
 You lift me up, Holy One, Holy One
 When I but come, you’re enough, you’re enough
 You fill me up with your love, with your love
 To you I run, Holy One, Holy One
 
 All other noise, fades away
 Like all of the fear, when Your voice I hear
 You’re beckoning me, to come and just be
 A child at Your feet
 Seeing my need for thee
 
 Your 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