The earth is yours, Father,
The world and all people.
Made for your purpose, I can’t understand why.
I long to climb your mountain and ascend your holy hill.
To seek you and worship,
I long to be blessed.
But my hands aren’t clean, and my heart isn’t pure.
I run to my idols.
I cover my tracks.
Thank you for opening those ancient doors.
For riding in triumph through gates that were old.
King of Glory,
Lord of Heaven’s Armies,
Invincible in Battle,
You chose to enter, to lift me from shame.
Allow me to seek you,
to offer up worship,
that I might receive the gift of your grace.