At Your Feet

An alabaster box held the costly perfume She anointed you that day as the fragrance filled the room She washed your feet with tears and dried them with her hair I know how Mary felt as she was kneeling there At your feet At your feet I humbly bow before you With honor i adore you At your feet At your feet There's no place i'd rather be Than at your feet Its hard to understand why life seems unfair Lord, I'm carrying this load that I'm not meant to bear But you said in your word that peace can be found If i can find the courage just to lay it all down At your feet At your feet I humbly bow before you With honor i adore you At your feet At your feet There's no place I'd rather be Than at your feet