Passion by Stryper

I'm all alone and no one's home

I cannot find my way

No bed, no lights, no telephone

It's no place to stay

Don't You know, don't You know

I built this life from in and out

Pursued a career

That weakened me to petty doubt

And frivolous fear

Don't You know, don't You know

Jesus Christ, I want to serve You

I want what You want for me

Sacrifice, I don't deserve You

Through Your passion I am free

It's funny how I see myself

As wounded and scarred

When my reality itself

Proved selfish and hard

Don't You know, oh, don't You know

I'm living in a painted world

Where everything's dry

The only water that I've seen

Was painfully cried

Don't You know, don't You know

Hey, I want what You want for me

Yeah, I want what You want for me

I want what You want for me

I want what You want for me

I'm all alone and no one's home

I cannot find my way

No bed, no lights, no telephone

It's no place to stay

Jesus Christ, I want to serve You

I want what You want for me

Sacrifice, I don't deserve You

Through Your passion I am free