Have the Glory-Jon Thurlow

I wanna be the good soil, let Your word falls into I wanna be the good soil, bearing thirty, sixty, a hundred times more fruit If I choose to die, and I'll find new life Cause I'm crucified with the living Christ Lord, Let my manner of living would be a witness that you're alive In my life would You have the glory The only way I look like You in the living Is to choose the dying, I choose the dying If the fruits gonna come from my life Then I know that it's gonna come when I die to myself, to myself Now I lay me down to sleep Now it's time to die to me My mind was made to think about You My eyes were made to gaze upon You My heart was made to love and adore you My mouth was made to give you the glory