Falling Down - Clear

When You set foundations for all the mighty nations

Were You thinking then of me?

Put mountains in their places

Gave morning birds their voices

Were You thinking then of me?

My humble cry

You set aside the universe to hear the sound

Falling down, near Your feet

Who could stand on holy ground?

Fount of grace, touch my face

Cleanse me now, I’m falling, falling down

Minnesota sleeping

Winter air is keeping very little sound

Where Seventh crosses Hennepin

It’s clean and white like heaven when it’s falling to the ground

Blanket of white

Your perfect light can rest upon me when I’m found

Low before my King

Praise is all I bring

Low before Your throne

I worship You alone