who I am and who I used to be
Somewhere in the middle you'll find me

Somewhere between the wrong

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on

Oh, to see the dawn
Of the darkest day:
Christ on the road to Calvary.
Tried by sinful men

The Spirit of the Lord
Is on me now,
Poured out like oil over me,
For the Lord has called
And

 scene,
May passing time and years not steal
The power with which it impacts me,
The freshness of its

 fools astray
Yet many kneel to give Him praise
And in His eyes, they glimpse the power
That sees the

 would send Your Son for us
I gladly count my life as loss
That I might come to know
The glory of, the