Woorden: Philmore. Philmore. As I Lift My Hands.

Lord, I know my own righteousness is as filthy rags to You
So change me, cleanse me, purify me, make me white as snow
And even if I run one thousand miles away from You
I know that You're always just one step away

As I lift my hands before You
Jesus, oh, how I adore You
I worship You, I worship You