The Olive is crushed

and pressed for the

precious oil to come

forth!

and Lord I feel crushed!

Lord not much more

of this Lord it is to much.

Crushed and broken laying

beneath life's heavy blows

I cry....... Lord how much

more!

Then in view I see

His nailed scarred Hand

and the wound in His side

yet I cannot fathom

how He was crushed beyond

recognition!

He bore it all for me

and so I repented in Godly

sorrow!

Lord please forgive me

not my will, but thy will

be done!

Crush me until no more

of me I see!

Crush me Lord until

I become a transformed

vessel, like the olive

crushed and pressed

until the precious oil

pours out!

To bring glory and honor

to your name!