Words and music by kyle matthews, ginny owens, dwight liles: bmg songs, inc.
(gospel division)/above the rim music (administered by bmg songs, inc.)
(ascap)
He could have prospered in the suburbs
Instead of working for the poor
Down at the inner-city mission
Where there's so much disappointment and very few rewards.
For every victory there's a failure
On these harsh and empty streets
But if you ask what keeps him going
He'll say, "i know where I'd be if christ had given up on me-"
Chorus:
Beneath the symbol of a lost cause
Is where I take my stand.
Beneath the emblem of a roman cross
Of a sacrificial lamb.
Cause love never claims the victory
Till it finally gives it's all.
And that's why the grave is empty
Beneath the symbol of a lost cause.
I've been a slave to popular opinions,
And I've memorized the gospel of success,
I've had a taste of the politics of power
And the glamour that commands the world's respect.
But when my eyes are turned to jesus,
Nailed on a cross to die for me,
I hear a cock crow in the distance
And it shatters my illusions and drives me to my knees-
Bridge:
Where the last and the least meet the prince of their peace,
Where the humble are honored and the hungry come to feast-
(gospel division)/above the rim music (administered by bmg songs, inc.)
(ascap)
He could have prospered in the suburbs
Instead of working for the poor
Down at the inner-city mission
Where there's so much disappointment and very few rewards.
For every victory there's a failure
On these harsh and empty streets
But if you ask what keeps him going
He'll say, "i know where I'd be if christ had given up on me-"
Chorus:
Beneath the symbol of a lost cause
Is where I take my stand.
Beneath the emblem of a roman cross
Of a sacrificial lamb.
Cause love never claims the victory
Till it finally gives it's all.
And that's why the grave is empty
Beneath the symbol of a lost cause.
I've been a slave to popular opinions,
And I've memorized the gospel of success,
I've had a taste of the politics of power
And the glamour that commands the world's respect.
But when my eyes are turned to jesus,
Nailed on a cross to die for me,
I hear a cock crow in the distance
And it shatters my illusions and drives me to my knees-
Bridge:
Where the last and the least meet the prince of their peace,
Where the humble are honored and the hungry come to feast-
