I'm learing that nothing worth anything is cheap.
I'm learning the path is thin and the grade is steep,
and that the altars where we lay ourselves will crack when tested,

and that there's only on that turns our hearts to Gold,

(Chorus)

Hold on to Jesus,
tell Him about everything,
your dreams and your troubles,
pure hearts desire one thing,
and mine is to know you,
mine is to break down,
and shatter to pieces,
and lose everything I've found.
I'm finding that I'm not who I once thought I was,
I'm finding I'm powerless to obtain Your love,
and that the only gifts I bring to You are rags and failures,
through a strange exchange You've made them myrrh and Gold.