My Lord

Am I worthy of your presence? Am I worthy of your touch? Will I recognize your knowing voice Before I see your face? No day was perfect, but I tried To be what you planned me to be A kind sister, good friend I would kneel by your side Kiss your pierced hands While tears streak down my face A heart that’s fit to burst My savior, my redeemer, my brother Died for me and you Each drop of blood That we might live again with him High up in the clouds Past the Golden Gates Together Forever.