Lord, "I said, "I want to be your man, not my own.
So to you, I give my money, my car-even my home."
Then smug and content, I relaxed with a smile
And whispered to God, "I bet it's been awhile,
Since anyone has given so much-so freely?"
His answer surprised me. He replied, "Not really."

"Not a day has gone by since the beginning of time,
That someone hasn't offered meager nickels and dimes,Golden altars and crosses, contirbutions and penance,
Stone monuments and steeples; but why not repentance?

"Your lips know no prayers. Your eyes, no compassion.
But you will go to church (when church-goings's in fashion).

"Just give me a tear - a heart ready to mold.
And I'll give you a mission, a message so bold-
That a fire will be stirred wherethere was only death,
And your heart will be flamed by my life and my breath."

I stuck my hands in my pockets and kicked at the dirt,
It's tough to be corrected (I guess my feelings were hurt).
But it was worth the struggle to realize the thought.

That the cross isn't for sale and Christ's blood can't be bought.