The reason I take up offense
Is really a form of defense
I don’t want to share
The cross you won’t bear
Suddenly, our conflict makes sense!

When using the eyes of the law
I get stuck on what I saw
Your lack of fruit
Comes from a root
Of not wanting to face your flaw

But here’s the insidious part
I hide that same flaw in my heart
I don’t want to face
My own lack of grace
And that’s where our conflict did start

The pathway to freedom is clear
I must die to what I hold dear
I don’t fear the pain
Because what I gain
Is seeing my cross bring Him near