Will I reveal a sky heavy and gray?  Will last night be a memory sweetly fading?  How I hate a morning starting out this way  On these lonely, raging mornings I wouls whip You if I could  But You're on the mighty side of strong  And the perfect side of good  If I raise my hands will You grab me by the wrists  And will You try to pull me from the fray?  And even if my fingers join together into fists  Will You hold me firmly anyway?  Because I would try to escape You  But for everyday I'm sure  That You're on the huge side of big  And the holy side of pure  Okay, hear what I say  As I raise my hands in surrender today  Okay, here I will stay  Hands in the air, singing have Thine own way  If I raise my hands so weak and thin and frail  Will You reveal the light of mercy in Your eyes?  If I cry to You faintly will my feeble whisper fail  Or will it find its way to a reply?  Because, now that I'm exhausted I think I'm ready to admit  That I have spent all my resistance on someone I can't resist  Light from my window sill, make my way to the door  I hang my head and still, I know You're wanting more  Over the threshold now, I move across the yard  All that my will allows, my every step is hard  Now in the garden I carve out six feet of space  There make my will comply, lie down upon my face  Been toe to toe too long, I'm tired of fighting You  I see You were too strong, cause I am black and blue  But now I understand a losers due to win  How every dying man is sure to rise again  So I raise my left hand one, I raise my right hand too  Under the morning sun, my spirit cries to You  Okay, hear what I say  As I raise my hands in surrender today  Right here  Under the sun  Hands in the air, singing Thy will be done  I'm here  Under the sun  Hands in the air, singing Thy will be done  Okay, hear what I say  Hands in the air, singing have Thine own way  Have Thine own way