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"      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 glamor 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      Where the last and the least   Meet the Prince of their Peace   Where the humble are honored   And the hungry come to feast