I built my towers on the shifting sand
With a blueprint held firmly in my hand
I called it faith, I called it divine
But the throne in the center was always mine
The doors swung open, the path was wide
I took every blessing and fueled my pride
I told the world it was all for His name
While I secretly hungered for the power and fame
It moved so smoothly, it felt so right
I mistook my shadow for the morning light.
But the wind started blowing, the skies turned grey
The walls that I weathered began to sway
My hands couldn’t hold what was never mine
I was building a kingdom, not a vine.
My ambition and my goals
Oh, I planned it all so well
Lord, I have failed, I have failed
Now I am yours.
My vision was blind, my spirit was proud
But Your silence is louder than the shouting crowd
Lord, I have failed, I have failed
Now I am yours.
The collapse was total, the ruin was deep
Now I wake to the promises I couldn’t keep
My identity was woven in the work of my hands
Now I’m a stranger in my own lands
Who am I, Lord, without the crown?
Without the success, without the renown?
I thought I was walking in Your perfect will
But I was just climbing a different hill
You had to break it, to save my soul
To take the pieces and make me whole.
The mirror is broken, the image is gone
I’m standing naked in the light of the dawn
The things that I cherished have turned into dust
But I’m finding the bedrock of holy trust.
For Your thoughts are not my thoughts
And Your ways are higher than mine!
You kill the branch to save the tree
You break the clay to set me free!
Take the ruins, take the shame
Take the man who forgot Your name
I surrender the “how” and I surrender the “when”
I’m letting go, Lord, let me begin again
Not my will, but Yours be done
The battle is lost, but the war is won!
My ambition and my goals
Oh, I planned it all so well
Lord, I have failed, I have failed
Now I am yours!
My vision was blind, my spirit was proud
But Your silence is louder than the shouting crowd
Lord, I have failed, I have failed
Now I am yours!
There is a beauty in having nothing left
In being of my own devices bereft
For when the stage is empty and the lights are dim
There is no one but Jesus, no one but Him
I stop the striving, I stop the chase
I fall into the gravity of Your grace.
I am yours, completely yours
No more agendas, no more open doors
Just the quiet, just the breath
Life beginning at the point of death
I have failed…
And finally, I am free.
Now I am yours.
Now I am yours.