Artist: Joseph Gill
An olive growing on the tree Is picked and trampled down by Thee The oil of gladness flows to the earth The olive crushed brings forth new birth

Unless a grain falls down and dies, it remains but a single grain.

I am being poured out like a libation Emptied from the inside, that I may be filled again With Your Holy Spirit, fill my soul to overflowing With Your Holy loveā€¦I am Your libation.

You tread the winepress of my soul I pray Your wine will make me whole Libations poured for thirsty men Use me to make them whole again.

I will become a living sacrifice if You will become my one and only prize that The world may be transformed by living in Your light.