Twenty-five years of doing it my way, has brought me here. The road behind me is littered with the ruins, Decisions made in fear. “But don’t be afraid,” The Lord has so sweetly said, And depending on his word, I will surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender (da da da da da da…) My habitual desire to control, I now abandon. And from my schemes so carefully conceived, I release everyone. And in humility, Set you free from me. My playing God is over. Now I surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender (da da da da da da…) I pray to be a bow, upon my life, affix an arrow, A dazzling weapon of Your will. Like the poet says, “Let that string that sings be mine.” And as a simple tool of your design. Remember, remember Pretender, pretender Surrender, surrender