Tears that are shed
Over the loss,
Cross that is picked
For the sake of the lost,
Scars that are suffered
As we follow His will,
Greater the price
We think we can give.
When tempted to think
It's a waste of your life:
Pouring your "perfume"
As a lonely sacrifice,
Reward is awaiting:
The smile of the King
"Oh, come faithful servant,
Rest at my feet."