What can I tell You Lord

That You don't already own?

What can I tell You Lord

That You don't already know?

I know I'm lost, I know I'm blind

I hope You can see I'm not hiding behind my pride

I know I fell, I know I'm down

And making this deal is my only out

Chorus:

I'd like to trade it in

My crimson for downy flake

I'd like to trade it in

My rags for riches in grace



What can I do for You

That You've not already done?

What war could I fight for You

That you've not already won?

I know I'm lost, I know I'm blind

I hope you can see I'm not hiding behind my pride

I know I fell, I know I'm down

And making this deal is my only out