Here I am, sitting at my master’s feet.
Pouring out my heart, telling Him how much I’ve done.
Emphasizing all the details, making sure He understands.
Don’t want Him to be misled, but want Him on the truth to stand.

Then He smiles and draws me close,
Pouring out His heart in love.
Commenting on my works, but pointing to the cross.
You’re not here because of what you’ve done,
You are here because of my own Son!

So here I am, sitting at my master’s feet
He’s pouring out His heart, telling me about the cross.
He emphasizes all the details, making sure I understand.
Doesn’t want me to be misguided, just wants me on the truth to stand.

He’s made it very plain, you see.
The truth has set me free.
That all my works are nothing in contrast to the cross.
I’m not here because of what I’ve done,
I am here because of His own Son!