incense

WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA Fill your temple Fill your temple Fill your temple I see the train of your robe I see the train of your robe Just fill the temple Just fill the temple Let incense arise Let incense arise Lift up your eyes Let your incense fill this room Let your incense fill this temple Rise up Lord here's my alabaster box Broken is how it gets poured out My worship dripping down your feet How could you see me How could you want me I'm not fit for a king Here's my alabaster box Broken is how it gets poured out My worship dripping down your feet How could you see me How could you want me I'm not fit for a king I'm not fit for a king So I'm here at your feet I'm here at your feet I've never seen you as broken I never saw you as weak I've seen through eyes of grace This day you'd be fit for a king I never saw you as broken I never saw you as weak But on that day I saw your face And I know that you're more than enough for me You're fit for a king You're fit for a king You're fit for a king You're fit for a king You're fit for a king