I have to trust in what I don't see,
Giving all of me.
Not relying on myself to do good,
But remembering the man who died on that infamous piece of wood.
It compels me to share his amazing grace,
Get down on my face in this place.
And declare he owns all rhyme, reason and space.
We are called to practice what we preach,
In order that we may reach,
A lost and dying world that needs a savior to their souls,
To wash away their sin as black as coals.
We must be different and stand out in a crowd,
I can hear those sweet words now "Son I'm so proud"
I will live each day for him,
Although sometimes life is grim,
I have hope in the life that will follow this one,
So towards Jesus I will run.
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