Why would You choose to die
For somebody living a hopeless life?
Why did You stoop so low?
Lord, there’s no length to which You wouldn’t go.
Why, or even how, You can love
With such a passion
That You came from up above;
Lord, my thanks are too deep to mention.
I still don’t know why
I keep asking: “Why
Do You love me?”
“So much that You decided to set me free?”
God, I don’t love You so much
But I know that with Your touch
I’ll get to know how to love
To love You with just the same kind of love.
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