[Intro]
I don't want to give You
what I won't miss.

I don't want to call it sacrifice
when it costs me nothing.

You gave me Your best.

Teach me
to bring You mine.

[Verse 1]
I have given You the minutes
that were left when days were done.
I have offered You attention
when I'd finished everyone.

I have prayed when I was desperate.
I have served when I had time.
Then called the leftovers an offering
and somehow called them mine.

But every breath was always borrowed.
Every heartbeat came from You.
Every dollar.
Every talent.
Every hour You carried me through.

So I don't want to bring You fragments
of the life Your mercy gave.
You deserve the first and finest,
not the pieces that remain.

[Pre-Chorus]
Before I spend it,
before I chase it,
before I build my kingdom with it:

You first.

Before my comfort,
before ambition,
before the world receives my strength:

You first.

[Chorus]
I will honor You
with the first of everything.
The first of my morning.
The strength of my hands.
The best of the gifts
You entrusted to me.

I won't wait until there's nothing left
and bring the pieces to Your feet.

If I call it an offering,
let it cost me something.

Because You
are worthy
of my best.

[Scripture]
Proverbs three, verse nine:
Honor Yahweh from your wealth
and from the first of all your produce.

[Verse 2]
Take the hours I could spend elsewhere.
Take the seat I could have claimed.
Take the money I was saving
if You call me now to give.

Take the comfort of my schedule.
Interrupt the plans I've made.
Put somebody in my pathway
who needs more than words of faith.

Let generosity inconvenience me.
Let compassion change my plans.
Let me never say, “I'll pray for you,”
when You've placed provision in my hands.

If my brother needs a coat,
why would I keep another two?
If the hungry need a table,
let my table make some room.

Don't let everything I call mine
become something I defend.

Open hands
can worship You
in ways a song never can.

[Chorus]
I will honor You
with the first of everything.
The first of my morning.
The strength of my hands.
The best of the gifts
You entrusted to me.

I won't wait until there's nothing left
and bring the pieces to Your feet.

If I call it an offering,
let it cost me something.

Because You
are worthy
of my best.

[Bridge]
David stood before the altar
and refused what cost him nothing.

Second Samuel twenty-four, verse twenty-four:
No, but I will surely buy it from you for a price, for I will not offer burnt offerings to Yahweh my God which cost me nothing.

Which cost me nothing...

Which cost me nothing...

God, don't let that describe
the worship that I bring.

You gave heaven's treasure.

You gave Your Son.

Christ carried the cross.

Christ wore the thorns.

Christ gave His body.

Christ poured out His blood.

And I would stand before You
asking how little
I have to give?

No.

[Build]
Take the first.

Take the best.

Take the thing
I want to protect.

Take my time.

Take my treasure.

Take these hands
and use them.

If You place a need before me,
don't let comfort make me blind.

If You call me into service,
don't let convenience decide.

If You ask me to surrender
something precious in my sight:

You are worth it.

You are worth it.

YOU ARE WORTH IT.

[Final Chorus]
I will honor You
with the first of everything.

Before the world receives my strength,
before my ambitions take their share,
before I build another dream,
Jesus, I want You there.

Not what's left.

Not what's easy.

Not the things
I wouldn't miss.

I will never call it sacrifice
just because I gave You something.

Let my worship have a cost.

Let my giving change my life.

Let my hands stay open wide.

You are worthy
of my first.

You are worthy
of my best.

You are worthy
of everything.

[Outro]
Nothing I possess
was ever really mine.

You gave it.

You sustained it.

You entrusted it.

So here it is.

Not the leftovers.

Not the fragments.

The first.

The best.

For You.
