Truth

I've got to die to myself     
     hide in the wounds of Christ
Humbly declare my depravity
     apart from the resurrected Man

To loose the bonds of the world
    even if I look foolish
My Lover puts to shame
     the mighty acts of the world

My life is not my own
    forsaking it all to be a disciple
I shall lose my reputation
    in the abandonment

My frail frame supported by the Cross
     a weak yes ravishes
This is who I am
    but dust yet eternal

I will follow the Lamb
     wherever He goes
You know me well
     what you say is true

The American dream is not my reality
    I believe Your evaluation above man's
Beauty for ashes
     pure love, no false motives