What prophet runs blindly into the fray
To answer the cries of the day
Who among them runs before the crawl
To find themselves up against the wall

How is it thy will be done
If the remedy is to seek the One
Our lives have become an endless chase
To find the things that only exist in this place

Where can you work to find the word
If you travel in the valley of the absurd
Settled mediocrity the way of the day
Self care and concern is a selfish display

He speaks to us and calls our name
Drop our pride, our search for fame
Surrender because He hangs on the Cross
We are healed and made whole for His loss

His sacrifice is disturbingly real
At His feet will I kneel
For there is no greater love
Then to worship our Savior from above.