There is a price to pay
When you place your faith in God,
There is a load to bear
It's the unbelievers rod.
The price that you must pay
Is determined by the Lord;
There is a cost to give
To the ungodly horde.
For though you might not be
A prisoner in a cell;
There is a price to pay for faith
This cost, you cannot tell.

For in my life a cost I owe
Unto my ministry,
Forgiving ALL the hurts
Others perpetrate on me.
But I count not the cost
Of being called by the Lord;
My redemption is in Him who said
'if you love me keep my word'

For he counted not the cost
When he bled and died for me;
He counted not the cost
On that accursed tree !

Philippians 1:29

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