Throne of Grace
Everything that I long to be
Is laden with the weight of my humanity
And I can't rise above
Or let go of this pride
But there's a place where I can boldly go
To get a dose of what is honest
In a world of show
I want to bathe in Your presence
And wash away what's dead inside

Oh, the spirit wills
But the flesh is weak
And lips won't utter
Wat the soul would speak
So I bring this baggage
And I come to seek Your face
Before Your throne of grace

You've given me a promise I can keep
And though You gave it for free
I know it didn't come cheap
I want to walk as though I'm worthy
And not take it all so casually
But my good intentions, my best laid plans
Get lost among the tares of life's demands
Oh, Lord, don't let me
Be another fruitless casualty
Oh, the spirit wills
But the flesh is weak
And lips won't utter
Wat the soul would speak
So I bring this baggage
And I come to seek Your face
Before Your throne of grace

It's the blessing that saved me
It's the power that has made me
Able to stand in that place
Before Your throne of grace
Your throne of grace
Your throne of grace

Oh, the spirit wills
But the flesh is weak
And lips won't utter
Wat the soul would speak
So I bring this baggage
And I come to seek Your face
Before Your throne of grace