I am a man who built his house on sand
I am a thief upon a cross
I'm just like Judas, that sorry fool ‐ who can't be glad for what he's got
That's why I'm hanging on to the cross on which I've flung my hopes and dreams
It's by the grace of God I hang my head and sing
My God
You are good,
You are great,
You are love ‐
I Am . . .
I am a man who has been bought by love.
I am a man who sold his soul.
I'm like the man, who when he found his pearl:
He gave up everything he owned.
That's why I'm hanging on to the cross on which I've flung my hopes and dreams
It's by the grace of God I lift my hands and sing ? sing!
My God,
You are good.
You are great,
You are love, You are love, You are love, You are love
And I am loved.