On the road to Damascus,
I was hung in the ropes of success when you stripped away the mask of life they had placed upon the face of death.

And I wanna thank you, Lord, more than all of my words can say, (I give my life)
And I give my life to sing your praise.

And all those fortunes I hoarded, they were the well from which my poverty sprang,
Oh, they led me to no greater glory and they left me with no less shame.

And I wanna thank you, Lord, more than all of my words can say, (I give my life)
So I give my life to sing your praise.

I say I want to give you glory Lord, and I do...but everything that I could ever find to offer comes from you,
But if my darkness can praise your light, you give me breath, and I'll give my life to sing your praise.

On the road to Damascus,
I was hung in the ropes of success when you stripped away the mask of life they had placed upon the face of death.

And I wanna thank you, Lord, more than all of my words can say, (I give my life)
And I give my life to sing your praise, (and beyond this I would not beg)
For anything except the grace, (to give my life to sing your praise)
And beyond this I would not beg, (for anything except the grace)
To give my life to sing your praise, (and beyond this I would not beg)
For anything except the grace, (to give my life to sing your praise)
And beyond this I would not beg, (for anything except the grace)
To give my life, I give my life,
I give my life to sing your praise.