This is a song concerning, again, the cross and its humbling effects. I wrote it for worship, like a hymn, for my past church. Apparently they sang it today.
I Give All Glory
to the cross of Jesus Christ
I will always turn my eyes
away from the things that promise
greater things for meto the tortured beams of wood
where my savior gave his blood
that is where my life will end
but where it may beginchorus:
i give all glory to him
dead and buried now he lives again
it is not i who lives but he who lives in me
i give all glory to himi cannot pretend the grave
is a place i don’t deserve
for i always see my sin
before my guilty eyesbut since he chooses by his grace
to shine upon my life his face
and makes me lives for him alone
and rests himself in me