Stumbled again, I cannot hide The weakness that lives in my soul Truth is revealed, I can't deny I am no more than a fool (But) This is my boast I am not strong This is the gift that I give I built you an altar Out of the ruins Of this broken life that I live I praise you God I praise you God I praise you God Not in my strength, but my weakness Have you not called The disqualified, The poor and the prodigal son? The scum of the earth, The bankrupt and blind, The lost and unfortunate ones? You know me well, I'm all of these things Still, you have called me your own Then you wash me in blood Under the cross So I boldly come to your throne You made me, Lord, To be your vessel You made me, Lord, To fill me up I have brought nothing to the table Just a desire to know you more