If I should die a thousand deaths
And my old man bear the scars
Would I not gain much more than lost
And move ahead afar?
And where would such a journey end
But with that one true love
Who is with me always
Who is and of the above
Would I not then with eyes renewed
See in a different way
And look beyond the mere appearance
To the truth and thus be saved?
And would not that true salvation
Be of the Christ within
Waiting there in patience
For me to come to him?