Not Without Love (The Benediction)

I tried Lord

I tried Lord

I tried hard to be Your good little boy

Chin up, head high

All zeal and no joy

Thinking all my good deeds could please Jesus

Boy, was I wrong

Though I knew the right songs, all my cymbals and gongs played the melodies wrong

And it wasn't long 'til I saw my disease

A life spent wanting to please

On hands and knees

To make right, to appease

God help me please

This can't be Christianity, it can't be

The whole thing's like insanity

Where's the rest of eternal security?

Where's the hope of a God big enough to cope with all my hang-ups and insecurities?

Certainly this isn't breathing

My chest burning and heaving

It's like my pulse is ceasing

Like my heart quits beating

Yet this I recall to mind and therefore I have hope:

You died, Lord

You died, Lord

Assuredly, like the coming of the dawn, the Father's love song goes on

Drowning out my bitter songs

And breaking through walls and barriers

Christ swoops in, removes sin, picks up His bride and carries her

So I can sing in agreement with the King this thing:

There's only one thing that pleases the Father

The God-man on the tree in the midst of the scoffers

Now I finally see that Christ is what Christ offers

And I'm finally free in the love of the Father