Learning to hold still till told “Go”
Teaching my heart to surrender before the Thrown
Wishing the plow before me had an easier row
Pressing onward for the harvest has grown

Here is the line, I stand my ground
Here is the alter, where I lay myself down
To love is to stand firm, wielding the sword  
To love is to surrender, before the crown
Only to One, do I pledge my reward
Only to One, One upon Zion’s Thrown