You’re the maker of my hands,
Thank you Lord,
I am made in your image,
And I proclaim your glory.
I enter in to your courts to give you praise,
Even though I have not seen you,
I now that you are there,
For your glory fills the air that I breath.
I bow before you kneel and adore you.
I offer my burdens and praise your name.
With a face shining like light,
You accept me and put me right.
And I worship you in your beauty,
Trusting in your love and holiness,
That your hands made me and I proclaim your glory.