Down on my knees
Down on my face
Prostrate, submitted, admitting
Here on the floor
Is a place I can't forget
A place where grace runs free
Where forgiveness flows from you
Here there is hope
There is truth
There is help
Here I find freedom
The kind only he gives
But to reach it is hard
First I must admit
How weak I am
How strong he is
Second I must forget myself
Third I focus on his love
That all-consuming love
Finally I must die
I must rip out my pitiful heart
Cast it on the altar
And climb up next to it
To my face I fall
And I give myself to you