Your Life
“Lay down your life!” my Savior calls
I hesitate
the tears fall
“But I cannot,” I respond quietly
I have these dreams
I cannot let go, You see
“Take up your cross, follow Me!” I hear Him beckon
but this world I’ve known . . .
You see, my heart’s already been won
saddened, I walk away
not knowing
no, not truly knowing
what I have done
“Take My Hand!”
I hear my Beloved whisper
But . . .
I am still unsure
I’ve been loved before
oh, but if only I had known
if only I had known
who You were
for now silent, I see You led away
now upon a cross You lay
but wait
You cannot do this!
You cannot!
my soul screams silently
“But I have this Dream,
don’t you see?”
the words are whispered
but I cannot believe
my heart shudders as the hammer strikes
the nails pierce deep
scars mark my Savior’s brow
I breathe in, I weep
the rugged Cross is raised
“Don’t you see—
My Heart’s been won!”
His eyes tell me
overflowing grief
and then I see at last
oh, at last, I see
the Blood and water fall
the pierced side
and I feel in my hands the spear
and I see what He did for me
unable to grasp it, I turn away
no . . .
no—please!
please, not for me!
“Yet I Love you,”
speaks a Hope, gently
I see His pain
I feel it, too
“Lord—” I cannot but cry,
“Lord, I will follow You!”