i can’t gather my gold
melt down and mold it
into an altar from sin
that you’re fire burns in

i can’t cut down the tree
carve a place out for thee
a place to burn and tell
that you’re pleased by the smell

sure, left to my own device
i’d come up with some sacrifice
but what do i need to do
the offering was You
Jesus, You alone could pay that price
so i claim You – my sacrifice

i can’t wear a priest’s robe
wipe blood on my earlobe
all to show that i’m worthy to
just talk to You

i can’t lead the ram to die
for my sake hear it cry
twist the heads off the turtledoves
just to prove my love

i can’t gather my gold
melt down and mold it
into an altar from sin
that Your fire burns in