Would I?
I’d rather be weak and endlessly seek
His glory and power within.
I’d rather confess my weakness and mess
So Jesus will cover my sin.
I’d rather be still and bow to his will
Than race to eternity blind.
I’d rather have loss and carry my cross
While leaving my treasures behind.
I’d rather be poor and begging for more
Than gaining the riches of earth.
I’d rather have love from heaven above,
A treasure of much greater worth.
I’d rather have Christ who once sacrificed
And gave up his heavenly throne.
I’d rather repent of selfish intent
For I will not make it alone.
I’d rather forgive for in Him I live
Since Heaven forgave all I’ve done.
I’d rather forget than live with regret.
I’ll trust in the grace of His Son.
I’d rather proclaim His glorious name
For rocks will cry out if I don’t.
I’d rather be bold and break evil’s hold
For hopeless they’ll be if I won’t.
I’d rather have life instead of this strife
From straining and fighting for more.
I’d rather entrust my life to the Just
And share in His grace evermore.
I’d rather not see if all life will be
Are paintings in pale monochrome.
I’d rather depart with yearning of heart
And have my Lord welcome me home.
His glory and power within.
I’d rather confess my weakness and mess
So Jesus will cover my sin.
I’d rather be still and bow to his will
Than race to eternity blind.
I’d rather have loss and carry my cross
While leaving my treasures behind.
I’d rather be poor and begging for more
Than gaining the riches of earth.
I’d rather have love from heaven above,
A treasure of much greater worth.
I’d rather have Christ who once sacrificed
And gave up his heavenly throne.
I’d rather repent of selfish intent
For I will not make it alone.
I’d rather forgive for in Him I live
Since Heaven forgave all I’ve done.
I’d rather forget than live with regret.
I’ll trust in the grace of His Son.
I’d rather proclaim His glorious name
For rocks will cry out if I don’t.
I’d rather be bold and break evil’s hold
For hopeless they’ll be if I won’t.
I’d rather have life instead of this strife
From straining and fighting for more.
I’d rather entrust my life to the Just
And share in His grace evermore.
I’d rather not see if all life will be
Are paintings in pale monochrome.
I’d rather depart with yearning of heart
And have my Lord welcome me home.
