here i find life
in the cruxifiction of it
i find my crown, when i cast it down
oh the strength and empowerment,
in admissions of weakness

You are holy, i am not
i am worthy, because You died for me
yes You did.
and i am hopeful, in things that are real
because You live, You rose, and live.

my dreams are much clearer, when i give them up
even though it breaks my heart
no wound too great for Him to heal
no tear too painful for Him to make a gem