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Written by: Dave Horn
This song is in a chiastic form. It is based upon the incident of the golden calf, wherein the newly freed slaves of Israel used the wealth God had given them through their pillaging of the Egyptians to build for themselves a false god.
Lyrics
Once again I sit here grieving
Over things that I have done
Yet my great fault is disbelieving
In the fullness of Your Son
I have gathered all my treasures
Forged them into calves of gold
Looked on them as my deliverers
To their hands my life I've sold
I have purchased shame and poverty
Greater bondage than before
Carefully constructed misery
I am broken, weak and poor
Take my filthy rags, they're all I own
Break the idols that wove them for me
All the guilt must fall on me alone
Save for what was nailed to the tree
Over things that I have done
Yet my great fault is disbelieving
In the fullness of Your Son
I have gathered all my treasures
Forged them into calves of gold
Looked on them as my deliverers
To their hands my life I've sold
I have purchased shame and poverty
Greater bondage than before
Carefully constructed misery
I am broken, weak and poor
Take my filthy rags, they're all I own
Break the idols that wove them for me
All the guilt must fall on me alone
Save for what was nailed to the tree
