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