He could have prospered in the suburbs
Instead of working for the poor
Down at the inner-city mission
Where there's so much disappointment and very few rewards.
For every victory there's a failure
On these harsh and empty streets
But if you ask what keeps him going
He'll say, "I know where I'd be if Christ had given up on me-"
Beneath the symbol of a lost cause
Is where I take my stand.
Beneath the emblem of a Roman cross
Of a Sacrificial Lamb.
Cause love never claims the victory
Till it finally gives it's all.
And that's why the grave is empty
Beneath the sybmol of a lost cause.
I've been a slave to popular opinions,
And I've memorized the Gospel of success,
I've had a taste of the politics of power
And the glamour that commands the world's respect.
But when my eyes are turned to Jesus,
Nailed on a Cross to die for me,
I hear a cock crow in the distance
And it shatters my illusions and drives me to my knees-
Where the last and the least meet the Prince of their Peace,
Where the humble are honored and the hungry come to feast-
Writer(s): Ginny Owens, Dwight Liles, Kyle Matthews
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