Spent

Giving all that I had to give,
Would they know it in the way I live.
Running here, running there,
May they know I have something to share.

I have given everything,
I rejoice and His praises sing.
To give it all and have nothing left,
Cared for me, safe in the rocky cleft.

What I have is of far greater worth,
Rejoicing His death, resurrection, and birth.
What I have here is but ashes,
But He took my lashes.

He was spent in the garden,
But His heart, He did not harden.
He bore my wickedness and sin,
And remembers them never again.

What will you have in the end?
Will what you have, did you wisely spend?
My treasure will be in Heaven above,
And you will know my Savior's love.