“Come out, come out!” I cry
But noise and blur is the reply
The rush of life
The fury of desire
The dull dying embers of a funeral pyre

“It must be hidden deep within,”
And so I search and try for zen
I find a heart
I find a soul
Dark and battered and wicked on the whole

“Well I will find a way to buy,
That which escapes my every try”
I get the car
I get the yacht
Yet fear of lose is all I’ve bought

“Success and achievement will do the trick,”
And so I strive and work myself sick
I win the job
I win the plaques
Gold plated attempts to cover the cracks

“I am alone. That is the issue.
How can I be full without someone to, ‘Miss You’?!”
I fall in love
I fall in lust
And am crushed when it crumbles to dust

“I pursue you. It is for you I yearn
Yet you evade my clutches at every turn
Can you be caught?
Can you be grasped?
Is there anything I can do to earn you at last?”

“Give up your heart,” I hear a voice say
“Surrender. Submit. Lay down your rights today.”
I resist
I rationalize
At least my pride is content within my lies

“You have spent a lifetime seeking control,
thinking that will make you whole
You are lost
You are blind
And peace, with broken eyes, you will never find.”

My Savior kneels and gently draws near.
I see the scars and feel no fear.
I give up.
I give in.
I finally see the darkness of my life, that He calls sin.

And there it is, that which I sought
The elusive thing that could not be bought
While it was free
It did have a price
It is the surrendered life crushed by the love of Christ