He could have prospered in the suburbs

Instead of working for the poor

Down at the inner-city mission

Where there's so much disappointment and very few rewards.

For every victory there's a failure

On these harsh and empty streets

But if you ask what keeps him going

He'll say, "I know where I'd be if Christ had given up on me-"



Chorus:

Beneath the symbol of a lost cause

Is where I take my stand.

Beneath the emblem of a Roman cross

of a Sacrificial Lamb.

Cause love never claims the victory

Till it finally gives it's all.

And that's why the grave is empty

Beneath the symbol of a lost cause.



I've been a slave to popular opinions,

And I've memorized the Gospel of success,

I've had a taste of the politics of power

And the glamour that commands the world's respect.

But when my eyes are turned to Jesus,

Nailed on a Cross to die for me,

I hear a cock crow in the distance

And it shatters my illusions and drives me to my knees-



Bridge:

Where the last and the least meet the Prince of their Peace,

Where the humble are honored and the hungry come to feast