Held in Kindness

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