I surrender all
To the promises You made.
And I will give it all
To the Maker of the day.

No one knows your heart
And no one knows your fears.
When no one solves the mysteries
Or even wipes away the tears.

I surrender all
To the promises You made.
And I will give it all
To the Maker of the day.

Can you hear the sounds of laughter
From the other side of life'
There are days when I feel like a stranger sometimes.
Tell me, are there any other fools like me'

I surrender all
To the promises You made.
And I will give it all
To the Maker of the day.
This reliance on another world
Has a great affect on this world.
This conscience of another world
Has a great affect on
Grace recollection.

He doesn't love us 'cause of who we are.
He only loves us 'cause of who He is.

I surrender all
To the promises You made.
And I will give it all
To the Maker of the day.

By Peter Furler, Phil Joel