A life you cannot define,
A purpose that’s benign.
They need to see and believe,
Be led to the rugged tree.

The one on which He cried,
Not for His pain but for our debt,
The very same tree that He conquered death.
It was an unfair deal on the part of Christ;
He got my sin, I got eternal life.

Make me the breath of God,
And I’ll show them the One that means the most to me.
They’ll see the face of love,
Be touched by the very One that died upon the tree. (repeat)

Small talk is a better choice…
A way to avoid Your voice.
I need to feel the dust on my knees,
And lead them to the tree.

Will you follow me?
Lead them to the tree? Can’t you just believe?
Will you take a knee? For eternity?
For eternity? For eternity?