His Greatest Gift

I'd rather lose my life, than lose my faith

I'd rather sleep in the dust of the ground, until I awake

To the trumpet sound, and the voice of God

That calls me from the grave

I'd rather lose my life for Christ, that lose my faith

I'd rather lose my home, than lose my hope

For without my God to guide me, how could I cope

I'd rather give up my desire, for things that pass away

I'd rather give my life, to Jesus Christ, today

My faith is the substance of things hoped for

And the evidence not seen

My hope is my greatest expectation

That His blood has washed me clean

His gift of mercy, and forgiveness

Wrapped in grace, and charity

Is the essence of my Saviour

And His greatest gift to me

I'd rather lose my sight, than lose my way

I'd rather take the road less travelled

On my journey every day

Then the highways of this wicked world

That lead to death and strife

I'd rather take, the narrow gate, that leads to life

My faith is the substance of things hoped for

And the evidence not seen

My hope is my greatest expectation

That His blood has washed me clean

His gift of mercy, and forgiveness

Wrapped in grace, and charity

Is the essence of my Saviour

And His greatest gift to me

I'd rather serve the LORD, in all I do

I'd rather put my trust in Yahweh, then in me or you

I'd rather give my heart to Jesus

To be mended and made new

I'd rather serve the LORD today, in all that I do

My faith is the substance of things hoped for

And the evidence not seen

My hope is my greatest expectation
That His blood has washed me clean

His gift of mercy, and forgiveness

Wrapped in grace, and charity

Is the essence of my Saviour

And His greatest gift to me

It's the essence of my Saviour

And His greatest gift to me

Written by Bruce Moss

To God be the glory