Nothing Left To Prove
Laura Hackett
Lord, my heart is not haughty
Nor do I think too highly of myself
But my heart, to You is loyal
And I know that Your eyes are on me now
And the fragrance of my love, it rises
It rise unto You
And I'll live and die for my Beloved
I burn for only You
I got nothing left to prove
I got nothing left to prove
And I am Your garden
I am Your garden
I am Your garden
I am Your garden
