Like a reptile’s skin, my flesh peels away,
Leaving bare, red soul to face light of day.
Desire for power, Greed there was as well;
Pride there was so much, cast it into Hell.
On the Cross I am, crucified and dead;
Followed Christ’s model, as He is the Head.
Can I be like Him? so humble in heart?
Can I be lowly? making a new start?
All for His glory — living I will be,
Taking credit for nothing done in me.
I am who I am ‘cause of Who He’s been;
Bleeding on the Cross, washing all my sin.