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