Our wisdom is the raving of fools Our knowledge is partial and full of holes What can you offer me that I could never lose? This is my offering A sacrifice you must choose Die to yourself This sacrifice you must choose This sacrifice you must choose This sacrifice you must choose I am called to stand and be counted Among the victorious dead When self was laid aside I became more than I had been And on the day I die I rise to walk again I am called to stand and be counted Among the victorious dead Crucified to the flesh I am bound in I am the victorious dead Selflessness breeds fearlessness To face our lives, our death or anything It's all the same I am called to stand and be counted Among the victorious dead Crucified to the flesh I am bound in I am the victorious dead Our wisdom is the raving of fools Our knowledge is partial and full of holes What can you offer me that I could never lose? This is my offering