What Was Freely Given To Me, I

It Could All Be So Simple, But You'd Rather Make It Hard, Loving You Is Like A Battle, And We Both End Up With Scars

If I Never Won A Grammy, I Would Be Satisfied, If In Fact I Could Help People. I Don't Say That Because It Sounds Like Something Cool To Say.

As Long As I Remember That The Glory Is His And Not My Own. When I Confuse That, I Get In Trouble. We Think That We Glorify Ourselves, And The Object Is To Glorify God First, And In Doing That You Become Glorified, You Get Glorified.

Now The Skies Could Fall Not Even If My Boss Should Call The World It Seems So Very Small 'cause Nothing Even Matters At All

We Have To Make Sure The Music And The Message And The Words And All The Elements Come Through In Our Songs And Every Time We Appear In Public.