Come down from your golden
And throne to me, to lowly me
I need to feel the touch of your tender hand
And remove the chains of darkness
And let me see, Lord let me see
Just where I fit into your master plan
I never thought I needed help before
I thought that I could do things by myself
But now I just can't take it any more
And with a humble heart, on bended knee
I'm beggin' you, please, for help
And with a humble heart, on bended knee
I'm beggin' you, please, for help
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