Do I honor You with words
Or do I walk a thousand miles
To show You what Your worth
In all I say in all I do
I'm ever short of You
With empty hands I come
A beggars song I sing to You
You are my cup
You are my bread
You're the spotless lamb
My truest friend
You are my King
You are my peace
You're the air I breathe
You're everything to me
Am I standing only ankle deep
Or do I fear the crashing waves
Afraid that I may sink
Draw me to the deepest place
That I might worship You
With empty hands I come
A beggars song I sing to You