Abandoned

by Benjamin William Hastings

Somethin' isn't adding up This wild exchange You offer us I gave my worst, You gave Your blood Seems hard to believe You're tellin' me You chose the Cross? You're tellin' me I'm worth that much? Well, if that's the measure of Your love How else would I sing? But completely, deeply, sold-out, sincerely abandoned I'm completely, freely, hands-to-the-ceiling enamored My one-life endeavor To match Your surrender To mirror not my will, but Yours Oh, I'm completеly, deeply, don't-care-who-sees-me abandoned [Post-Chorus] Oh, I surrеnder all I just can't get over it What kind of self-control is this? When You had angels at Your fingertips But on the Cross You remained And I can't repay that kind of love But I can praise with everything I've got Since death had all of it's power robbed Then just like the grave