She sits at the foot of the cross
Praising her gain but counting her loss
       She hides what she fears, and fears what she hides
     She clings to it tightly seeking compromise
           Fear of the future and fear of the past
   She clings to what's fleeting,
but knows exactly what lasts
  See, in this life when she looses
she'll gain
But only if she turns and runs from restrains
  Taking each thought captive 
in the name of the Spirit
And knowing the flesh
the first time she hears it
       Let go of her fear, her fear to obey
 And be ready to accept        
  whatever God brings her way
        Once she surrenders,        
there's still trial and pain
But she'll endure it with joy, because only freedom remains.