Saviour

                     I've never deserved this life of mine, 

                       But a person far greater then me, 

                  Who mourned for the children he loved so, 

                  Gave his life,streched out his arms,and died 

                            On a hill in Golgotha, 

                                  Calvary. 

                      The blood he shed has cleansed me. 

                   The tears he cried have washed my soul. 

                          He has made me his child, 

                          he has named me his own. 

           I've doubted,and I've cursed him,and I've pushed him away, 

                      But still his arms remain open wide, 

                           Always waiting for me. 

                        And in my deepest heartaches, 

                          When I seemed all alone, 

                       He reached down and carried me, 

                                On this path, 

                       This narrow road that leads home.