At the feet of Jesus is where I find my strength.
At the feet of Jesus is where I find true peace.
It's not in my own successes or in the things I see,
But only at the feet of Jesus
Can I be who I was meant to be.

Pouring out my life for Him,
Not trying to achieve,
Anointing Him with all my praise,
And giving all I have to give.

Drinking in His every move,
Feasting on His words,
Breathing in the life He gives,
And living by His word.

His throne is always open.
There His grace abounds.
His mercies are made new today,
Forgiveness always found.

It's there I leave my fears and tears,

And my anxieties,
Exchange them for His peace and joy
And love for all eternity.

At His feet I am exalted
And sit with Him on high.
He lifts me up for all to see
No more my eyes will cry.

In righteousness I behold His face,
And then I'm satisfied.
When I awake in His likeness
His grace is magnified.

Favor is deceitful and beauty is in vain
But only at the feet of Jesus
True praise is rightly gained.

Copyright^© Cindy Watson