If this Life has anything to gain at all
I count it lost if I canít hear you, feel you, ícause I need you.
Canít Walk this Earth Alone.
I recognize I am not my own, so before I fall
I need to hear you, feel you, as I live to make my boasting you alone.
With every breath I take, with every heart beat,
Sunrise and the moon lights in the dark street.
Every glance, every dance, every note of a song.
Itís all a gift undeserved that I shouldnít have known.
Every day that I lie, every moment I covet
Iím deserving to die, Iím just earning your judgment.
I, without the cross thereís only condemnation.
If Jesus wasnít executed thereís no celebration.
So in times that are good, in times that are bad
For any times that Iíve had it all I will be glad.
and I will boast in the cross. I boast in my pains.
I will boast in the sonshine, boast in his reign.
Whatís my life if itís not praising you.
Another dollar in my bank account of vain pursuit. I do.
That count my life as any value or presence at all.
Let me finish my race, let me answer my call.
Tomorrowís never promised, but it is we swear.
Think we holding our own, just a fist full of air.
God has never been obligated to give us life.
If we fall for our rights, we be in hell tonight.
Mere sinners own nothing but a fierce hand.
We never loved him we pushed away his pierced hands.
I rejected his love, grace, kindness, and mercy.
Dying of thirst, yet, willing to die thirsty.
Eternally worthy, how could I live for less?
Patiently you turn my heart away from selfishness.
I volunteer for your sanctifying surgery.
I know the spirits purging me of everything thatís hurting me.
Remove the vale from my darkened eyes.
So now every morning I open your word and see the Son rise.
I hope in nothin, boast in nothin, only in your suffering.
I live to show your glory, dying to tell your story.
Glory was solely meant for you.
Doing what no one else could do.
With All I have to give,(With all I have to Give)
Iíll use my life, Iíll use my lips. (My Lips Yaaa)
Iíll only glory in your Word. What gift to me I donít deserve.
Iíll live in such a way that it reflects to you, my Praise.
Chorus (with Descant)>