If I’m to make peace in this bod
I must learn to seek praise from God
Voices in my head fight and war
So they can choose what I’m for

Is Self my highest ideal
So I control what I feel?

Or should I live under the Law
Community covering my flaw

Maybe I’m just made for Grace
Because One took my sad place

Perhaps it’s all for my Cross
As Self’s reborn through its loss

The truth is I need all these parts
So I can draw nearer Your heart
As this four-stroke engine runs on
I’m saved by Your praise — as Your son!

Today I will cycle closer to Jesus