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