Twenty-five years of doing it my way, has brought me here. The road behind me is littered with [bad word] 
 Decisions made in fear.
 “But don’t be afraid,” 
The Lord has so sweetly said, 
And depending on his word,
 I will surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender
 (da da da da da da…) 
My habitual desire to control, I now abandon. 
And from my schemes so carefully conceived,
 I release everyone.
 And in humility, 
Set you free from me. 
My playing God is over. 
Now I surrender, surrender, surrender, surrender 
(da da da da da da…) 
I pray to be a bow, upon my life, affix an arrow, 
dazzling weapon of Your will.
 Like the poet says, “Let that string that sings be mine.”
 And as a simple tool of your design.
 Remember, remember
 Pretender, pretender 
Surrender, surrender