The young man
Politely asked his wife,
"Please put down that knife,
One cut is all I can stand."

His wife was
Confused as to why
He would tell this lie
When the air buzzed.

You must undertand
His wife had went quite mad,
So she wasn't all that bad.
Her joy was rather grand.

But she was not to blame,
He was never the same
After he played that game.
He'd gone quite insane.

To you I give one task,
If you meet a mad hatter,
And something seems the matter,
Please, don't ask.

With tongues of men and angels dancing
We will learn to fly
As children weep and grown men mourn
You will not pass us by

What can I give You?
What can I do for You?
Just ask me please
I'll do anything

We dance a new dance of celebration
Not broken again
We read the words that don't pass away
Calling You friend

How can I be lovely in Your eyes
With healing in Your arms
And strength in Your Voice?
What is my offering?

Now we can stand up to our feet
No more fear
Now we can live with life brand new
For You are near

How is it we so soon forget
Exactly who Your are?
How can this be
That we've wandered so far?

I can think of only one thing I have
To offer
But it is so very small compared
To Your offer

Jesus, I give You my life
Take it all away
Even when I take it back
Lord, You take me as I am