How can I tell you... how much you mean to me?
How can I bring you... a worthy offering?
I feel I must bring more... something more than myself.
You say there is no more... the cross was enough.
If this is true... can it penetrate my heart?
I want all of my working... to just holdup... to stop.
I can't work for salvation... and you've taken my sin...
For long has the door been open... and long have you been in.
You love me... I'm your child.
How long will it take to see?
That you loved me so much...
Your son died for me.
How, then can I belittle... the person you made me?
Help me, Lord, to see... the one that you've made me.
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