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