Instead

The cosmic finger doesn't stir up rules just to ruin us

But He also doesn't let us do just whatever we want.

And the eyes of God can see the force that's doin' us.

He's givin' out chances to escape the haunt.

CHORUS

Cause it's a touch of love that can free you of despair.

And forgivness rolls.

Thank God He's so unfair…

'Cause I should've been dead

for what's inside my head,

but He killed His Son instead.

Obedience can sometimes be monotonous

So we squander our hours in pettiness and lust

But God did not put life down here so it could rot in us

And there's a place we go after ashes and dust.

My Jesus, I love thee.

I know Thou art mine.

To Thee all the follies of sin I resign.

My Gracious Redeemer, my Saviour art Thou.

If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus 'tis now.