O God, I’ve spoken, I’ve opened my mouth,
and what will become of me?
My God, my lips have now spewed out the truth.
Now what shall become of me?
Jesus, you’re truth, you’re the way and the light,
but they are in love with lies.
Jesus they killed for their guilt deep inside.
So what will they do with me?
O foolish son who worries still,
have faith within your God.
His Spirit’s offering to fill;
Just yield and you’ll be awed.
I yield, I yield, O precious Lord,
I yield unto the dove.
Let me ever have oil stored,
the light to know your love.
Tale Told 