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I wanna be the good soil, Let Your word falls intoI wanna be the good soil, bearing thirty, sixty, a hundredtimesmore fruitIf I choose to die, and I'll find new lifeCause I'm crucified with the living ChristLord, Let my manner of living would be a witness that You'realiveIn my life would You have the gloryThe only way I look like You in the livingIs to choose the dying, I choose the dyingIf the fruits gonna come from my lifeThen I know that it's gonna come when I die to myself, tomyselfNow I lay me down to sleepNow it's time to die to meMy mind was made to think about YouMy eyes were made to gaze upon YouMy heart was made to love and adore YouMy mouth was made to give You the Glory From Letras Mania