Will I reveal a sky heavy and gray?

Will last night be a memory sweetly fading?

How I hate a morning starting out this way

On these lonely, raging mornings I wouls whip You if I could

But You're on the mighty side of strong

And the perfect side of good

If I raise my hands will You grab me by the wrists

And will You try to pull me from the fray?

And even if my fingers join together into fists

Will You hold me firmly anyway?

Because I would try to escape You

But for everyday I'm sure

That You're on the huge side of big

And the holy side of pure

Okay, hear what I say

As I raise my hands in surrender today

Okay, here I will stay

Hands in the air, singing have Thine own way

If I raise my hands so weak and thin and frail

Will You reveal the light of mercy in Your eyes?

If I cry to You faintly will my feeble whisper fail

Or will it find its way to a reply?

Because, now that I'm exhausted I think I'm ready to admit

That I have spent all my resistance on someone I can't resist

Light from my window sill, make my way to the door

I hang my head and still, I know You're wanting more

Over the threshold now, I move across the yard

All that my will allows, my every step is hard

Now in the garden I carve out six feet of space

There make my will comply, lie down upon my face

Been toe to toe too long, I'm tired of fighting You

I see You were too strong, cause I am black and blue

But now I understand a losers due to win

How every dying man is sure to rise again

So I raise my left hand one, I raise my right hand too

Under the morning sun, my spirit cries to You

Okay, hear what I say

As I raise my hands in surrender today

Right here

Under the sun

Hands in the air, singing Thy