My Lord, what shall I give him today? He wants my heart, more than he asks for my wage, One day I’ll die, but it won’t be my last day, When I look in his eyes, I’ll know that I did okay My Lord, what shall I sing him for now? A song full of praise From a mouth full of doubt I lift up my face and I sing out loud With all my mistakes, I still make him proud
He paid it all for me Carried that cross for you On that rugged walk he knew what he had to do Opened his arms up wide Invited the world inside One final breath He conquered death for me and for you
My Lord, where would he want me to go? Just across town or a place where I don’t know a soul? Just tell me where and I’ll hit the road With no time to spare And no heavy load.
