I will worship

I stood with hands raised high
My lips uttering praises to the King
I bow before the omnipotent one
Singing songs angels couldn't sing

I knelt in true worship
To his omnipresence
Then fell flat on my face
At his omniscience

We were made in his likeness
For his good pleasure
Created in his image
A gem we should always treasure

His only son he gave
That we would be made free
Oh what a price to pay
To rescue you and me

What would have happened then?
If one willing could not be found
To sacrifice heavenly pleasures
To loose those that were once bound

The answer we won't have to guess
For the lamb that was slain
Accepted the gruesome challenge
And endured unbearable pain

So here I stand with hands raised high
Bringing glory to my King
Forever in his presence
With the angels I will sing.