Rush of Fools-Holy One
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
CHORUS
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
CHORUS
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
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