Make the Man

The crushing of my dreams
Turn my cries into screams
The weight of the cross I bear
The face of shame I wear

The three hung on the hill
The glorious basis for Thy will
The harshness of this place
Come fill my heart with grace

Alone what I do is wrong
In You I am made strong
Walk me to Thy holy ground
Show me where I can be found

In my weakness is where I knock
Among hurtful words that mock
In your certainty I do pray
To find the truth, the life and the way

Though on the lighted path I stumble
Serve only to make disciples humble
Come to me at the foot of Your cross
Save me from the ways of the lost

Above despair comes my desire
The hope in You is the followers fire
Jesus has a very good plan
Trials and tribulation make the Man.