"On the road to Damascus I was hung in the ropes of success When You stripped away the mask of life They had placed upon the face of death And I wanna thank You Lord More than all of my words can say (I give my life) And I give my life to sing Your praise And all those fortunes I hoarded They were the well from which my poverty sprang Oh they led me to no greater glory And they left me with no less shame And I wanna thank You Lord More than all of my words can say (I give my life) So I give my life to sing Your praise I say I wanna give You glory Lord and I do But everything that I could ever find to offer comes from You But if my darkness can praise Your light You give me breath and I'll give my life to sing Your praise On the road to Damascus I was hung in the ropes of success When You stripped away the mask of life They had placed upon the face of death And I wanna thank You Lord More than all of my words can say (I give my life) And I give my life to sing Your praise (And beyond this I would not beg) For anything except the grace (To give my life to sing Your praise) And beyond this I would not beg (For anything except the grace) To give my life to sing Your praise (And beyond this I would not beg) For anything except the grace (To give my life to sing Your praise) And beyond this I would not beg For anything except the grace To give my life, I give my life I give my life to sing Your praise"