Verse 1
I didn’t come with anything
No gold, no gift, no offering
Just tired hands and tear-stained cheeks
And a heart too small to speak
Glory lives within Your name
Heaven bows when You proclaim
Yet here I am before Your throne
With shaking knees and dusty feet
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Pre-Chorus (whispered awe)
What kind of King
Doesn’t turn away?
What kind of throne
Makes room for clay?
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Chorus (tender, slow Afro sway)
You let me come close
Closer than I thought
Closer than my shame
Would ever have allowed
You lift my face
With wounded hands
Call me beloved
Before I can stand
Oh… what kind of King
Bends down to me?
The Holy One
Who sets me free
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Post-Chorus (soft layered chant)
Eh-eh-eh
Holy and gentle (gentle)
Eh-eh-eh
Strong and kind (kind)
Eh-eh-eh
Fire in glory (glory)
Yet mercy in Your eyes
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Verse 2
You don’t rush my trembling breath
You don’t speak of what is left
Undone or broken in my soul
You simply draw me close
Water from Your pierced side flows
Washing places no one knows
Not with force, not with demand
But with tenderness in command
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Pre-Chorus 2
What kind of crown
Would kneels so low?
What kind of power
Would choose to hold?
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Chorus (slightly fuller)
You let me come close
Rest against Your chest
Lion-hearted Savior
Yet You let me rest
You wrap Your robe
Around my frame
Whisper “daughter”
Over my name
Oh… what kind of King
Would carry me?
The God of love
Who bows to wash my feet
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Bridge (intimate moment — almost no drums)
Jesus…
You don’t make me earn this place
Jesus…
You don’t make me clean myself first
You kneel in royal splendor
And lift me from the dust
I don’t just worship at a distance
I am gathered up in love
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Build (quiet warrior daughter rising)
Cleansed in mercy
Clothed in light
Held in kindness
Made upright
Not cast out
Not turned away
I am welcomed
Here to stay
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Final Chorus (deep, reverent triumph)
You let me come close
To the throne of fire
Not burned, not broken
But wrapped in desire
King of glory
Yet gentle and mild
The God of forever
Who welcomes His child
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