I find my heart willing to share it's deep secrets.
I can no longer hide the sacred spaces inside of me.
My gift is my life on my sleeve and my voice in the air.
I am a man for the strength to trust.
I am a man after my father's heart.

To truly love is to forsake independence driven by fear.
I am a foolish lover in deed and in mind.
My God has wrapped the light of love
around my feeble body—making eternal all that I am.

The hatred of the world will be devastated
by the love of a King through the hands of a man—
weak, wounded and still marching on.

This blood on my head is a crown.
I have love thus I have it all.