If you could paint a picture/what colors would you use/to shade the many shadows/if you could portray an image/
of what you mean to God/would you be able to draw/a cross with Jesus bleeding love/
cannot explain the love of my Father/On Calvary God gave us life/when the Romans shouted die/
Would your eyes tear up/when you had breathed your last breath/if you knew that I spit in your face/
but I am thankful for this thing called grace/you have been so good/and you gave me life/
when I shouted with my actions/I didn’t want anything to do with you/but you chose to love me anyway/
If you could love me/enough to die for me/would I learn what it means to be free/I cry myself to sleep/
because I realize I have been accepted/a glimpse of your majesty/would make me fall to my knees/
and I have seen you/in my hard times/and if you could teach me/what you want/I would listen/
If you tried to explain to me/the reason that you love me/would I begin to comprehend/I cannot believe my ears/
and my actions against you/have brought me to tears/yet you still want to know me/when I am trying to run away/
each time I try to come back to you/I fall away again/into my same old sin.