Im learning that nothing worth anything is cheap.

Im learning the path is thin and the grade is steep, 

and that the altars where we lay ourselves will crack when tested

and that theres only one that turns our hearts to gold



*chorus*

Hold on to Jesus

tell Him about everything

your dreams and your troubles

pure hearts desire one thing

and mine is to know You

mine is to break down

and shatter to pieces

and lose everything Ive found



Im finding that Im not who i once thought I was 

Im finding Im powerless to obtain Your love

And that the only gifts i bring to You are rags and failures

through a strange exchange Youve made them myrrh and gold.