What a way

You don’t judge me by justice

Since Your son has bled and died of injustice

In a way You are spoiling me

The strange thing is I will only become a better child

Through Your graceful spoiling

 

You don’t count my wrongs

Since Your son was slain despite His innocence

In a way You are favoring me

The strange thing is You always shed a gentle light

So I know it is holy favoring

 

You love me in a flagrant way

Since Your son was mistreated by Adam’s race

In a way You are preferring me

The strange thing is I will only get more sanctified

By Your merciful holy preference

 

What a way

To let us know the truth

To give us a life to live

Nothing else

I want to be in

I want to follow

I just want to live a life

From you

About You

For You

To You