There are times I can see
Living in this house of clay
The one is old, the other new
And both of us are well aware
For while I cling to all I was
Doing all the sorts of things that I know I should
Day by day I'm a losin' ground
As more of me surrenders to the Savior she has found
And while He chips and kills away
The stone around my heart
I gotta find her, I gotta find her
Gotta, gotta, gotta find her