| There was a time as a little booy
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| When I said I’d follow You
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| But the years have caused the flame
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| To burn much stronger now
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| And I’m not burning down any of my bridges
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| But I’m burning up inside
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| To flee from my religion and love my neighbor more
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| I’m not ashamed of the gospel
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| I’m not ashamed of the one I love
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| I’m not ashamed of the gospel
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| I’m not ashamed of the one I love
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| There was a time in my barrenness
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| When I felt Your pure affection
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| And You heard my frail petitions
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| To serve You endlessly
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| But have I loved the tree that they put You on?
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| Or my friend who met me at the cross?
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| Oh I want to sing again for my brother
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| And find my way down this mountain
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| I’m not ashamed anymore
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| 'Cos I’ve felt the oil pour down over me And there’s a fire that’s burning stronger now
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| It’s burning stronger much stronger
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| For You only for You |