If You loved me, Lord, You’d give me what I want.
We think we can whine and guilt God into doing things our way.
God’s short answer: I love you so much I died for you.
If You loved me, Lord, You’d give me what I want.
We think we can whine and guilt God into doing things our way.
God’s short answer: I love you so much I died for you.
Well, God, yeah, you died for me,
looks like I’ll return the favour.
I guess the final earthly victory
is dying for one’s Saviour.
It would be so bloody simple
to lose faith, here, and cry
that if my body is Your temple,
why’s it hurt so much to die?
But the answer’s so much deeper
than I can comprehend;
the winding path grows steeper
but I’m carried by a Friend.
Couldn’t do this on my own,
so I’m glad Your strength’s on loan.
Dying for–and with–your Savior. Bless your faithful soul, Andrew.
I am blessed. Beyond measure.