Lyrics
Like a bug on a pitcher plant Buckled up for the ride
Drinking nectar, sweet descent As I rot from inside
Free to fly I slide deeper Hopelessly ensnared
Down I go! Ruin awaits me! I’m completely unaware
Then it hits me I’m shaken by a cold slap in the face
I’m powerless over the tour guide gleefully steering my fall from grace
Suddenly vulnerable, defeated, crying “What have I done?”
A lifetime wasted under the illusion of control when I had none
Surrender! A deep and long exhale
Surrender! Unlock my grip remove the veil
Surrender! All my fight my pride released
Surrender! Only God subdues the beast
Empty-handed I’m gutted and I’m lost
Each step forward won’t erase the line that I’ve crossed
A dark journey—I yearn for answers, but I’m denied
Until gradually the Lord removes the scales from my eyes
Surrender! Die to self and let Him in
Surrender! Be accountable to my sin
Surrender! Don’t hide from what I’ve done
Surrender! The Father saved me through His Son
My pride leads me nowhere—Holding hands with my disease
It’s self-righteous—Gets me sideways and steals my peace
The more I kill it the more the Spirit works through me
Take out the garbage and make room for His beauty
Surrender! Surrender’s clean surrender’s pure
Surrender! Surrender’s the power to endure
Surrender! Father let Your kingdom come
Surrender! Father let Your will be done
Surrender! Lord may I surrender today
Surrender! Lord grant I not get in the way
Surrender! Fill my soul like a gentle breeze
Surrender! Lord make me a channel of Your peace
About this Song
Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word.
(Luke 1:38, NABRE)
The morning after yet another bender, I found myself standing at the brink before my depleted wife.
Finally, the full weight of my reality struck me.
I was no match for alcohol.
I ran out of excuses, exhausted every narrative and broke every promise.
Every self-powered plan collapsed.
I was a failure.
I could not win.
All I could do was exhale—a deep and long exhale. A friend called it a “Terminal Breath” and he was right.
I died. I surrendered.
Little did I know that I was right where God wanted me.
Blind and lost, God led the next step, then the next, with no line of sight into the outcome—no progress to report.
I have since learned that surrender is strength.
Emptying myself is powerful.
Trust me, I have a lot of emptying to do!
Credits
Published: September 20, 2026
Written by: Ten Church Street
Publishing: The TCS Project, LLC
Produced by: Ten Church Street, George Dussault
Lead vocals: Ten Church Street
Background vocals: George Dussault
Drums & percussion: Ten Church Street, George Dussault
Bass: Marty Ballou
Guitars, keyboards & synths: George Dussault
Recorded, mixed & mastered by: George Dussault at Galilee Productions
ISRC: QT6HJ2644411
ISWC: T-342.628.499-9
℗ 2026 The TCS Project, LLC
© 2026 The TCS Project, LLC
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