The Master's Feet

Coming to the Mercy Seat
Sitting at the Masters Feet
Were His Healing flows
As His will takes control
There I begin to let go

Showers of Mercy, showers of Grace
Lord, hear me in this place
As I sit at heavens Mercy seat
Tears flow on the Masters feet

Aching within
Tired of this sin
Desperate to be free
He whispers I have the Key
Running to the Mercy Seat
Humbly before the Masters feet

Years of torment and shame
Left me empty without a name
He gently lifts head as I cry
You have a name for you are Mine
Clinging to the Mercy Seat
Filled with love at the Masters feet.