Our wisdom is the raving of fools
Our knowledge is partial and full of holes
What can you offer me that I could never lose?
This is my offering
A sacrifice you must choose
Die to yourself
This sacrifice you must choose
This sacrifice you must choose
This sacrifice you must choose
I am called to stand and be counted
Among the victorious dead
When self was laid aside
I became more than I had been
And on the day I die I rise to walk again
I am called to stand and be counted
Among the victorious dead
Crucified to the flesh I am bound in
I am the victorious dead
Selflessness breeds fearlessness
To face our lives, our death or anything
It's all the same
I am called to stand and be counted
Among the victorious dead
Crucified to the flesh I am bound in
I am the victorious dead
Our wisdom is the raving of fools
Our knowledge is partial and full of holes
What can you offer me that I could never lose?
This is my offering
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