Praise the Lord for He is Good
I come into His presence with dirt on my hands and my face.
He crowns me with grace.
My clothes are torn and I don’t even have shoes on my feet.
He crowns me with grace.
I try to run saying to the King of Kings, “I’m not worthy”
He crowns me with grace.
I turn as He says, “my child, my masterpiece who says you are not
worthy to be with your father”
He crowns me with grace.
I fall on my face as I again try to say, “I’m not…”
He crowns me with grace.
My moon and my stars, you are more worthy than all.
He crowns me with grace.
I feel myself stand and as I look down my rags turn to riches.
He crowns me with grace.
I see a mirror in my hand as I look at myself the dust in my hair turns to a magnificent crown.
I am crowned with His grace.
The Lord turns to me and I know I am worthy.
Praise the Lord for He is Good