To gain the Lord you must lay down your life
As you have known and trusted it before.
To gain His Grace without your inner strife,
You must seek depths into your secret core,
And follow 'til the labryinthed way's pure void
Of Dark demise and sallow death and fear
Does choke you, rend your person and destroy
The one you hoped you'd be in this World sphere.
To gain the sure foundation of His Word,
You must then crawl on razors in your mind.
Let cruel despair and hatred be the sword
To slash your self's identity unkind.
As you submit your flesh to die in Truth,
You'll find your face is His. He's one with you.