I wanna be the good soil, let Your word falls into
I wanna be the good soil, bearing thirty, sixty, a hundred times more fruit
If I choose to die, and I'll find new life
Cause I'm crucified with the living Christ
Lord, Let my manner of living would be a witness that you're alive
In my life would You have the glory
The only way I look like You in the living
Is to choose the dying, I choose the dying
If the fruits gonna come from my life
Then I know that it's gonna come when I die to myself, to myself
Now I lay me down to sleep
Now it's time to die to me
My mind was made to think about You
My eyes were made to gaze upon You
My heart was made to love and adore you
My mouth was made to give you the glory
