As I consider life on high
As I behold the cross
I see one’s self must learn to die
Or suffer frightful loss
Through knowledge of The Truth I share
Teachings, learned and believed
I know my cross I need to bear
That life may be received
I know The Truth God’s given Word
Life’s one and only Way
I know through facts I’ve seen and heard
That Jesus came to say
Lord hear me as I humbly cry
Turn not from me Your face
Please help; that self may swiftly die
To fill my cup with grace
You cleansed my soul of spot and stain
Opened my ears and eyes
Uphold me now through unknown pain
Whilst self; struggling dies
Here I stand with heartfelt plea
Beyond the torn down veil
Considering that bloodstained tree
Hoping not to fail
It’s not for fame I ask of this
For silver gold nor jewel
From all world wealth I’d gladly miss
If I would be Your tool
To die till free of Satan’s charms
Till grafted in The Vine
Safely within my Father’s arms
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']With Jesus’ hand in mine....[/FONT]
