The Work (It Ain't Easy)

One, two, three I am not made righteous by the sweat upon my brow I am not made holy with a vote And the work of my salvation is to die up on a hill With Jesus and two thieves I hardly know So here's my fear and trembling: I will never be enough You've no expectation that when all the work is done That I'll have done it on my own With a helping hand I found on my own arm For me the hands of grace are pierced with pride It ain't easy for the self to die So I'll take off my bootstraps and let Jesus wash my feet A camel squeaking through the needle's eye And when I'm all washed up I hope l'll trust it's Christ that made me clean Not the things I did, or pray'd, or tried 'Cause here's my Ebenezer: I will never be enough And there's no expectation that when all the work is done I'll have done it on my own With a helping hand I found on my own arm It's hard to say not my will, Lord, but Thine It ain't easy for the self to die It ain't easy for the self to die So here's my resurrection: You will always be enough I've ev'ry expectation that when all my work is done You'll have it done it on Your own With loving hands we nailed to wooden boards The hands of grace were pierced so I could find It ain't easy for the Christ to die