The Object of My Affection
Grace

All the pain and hurt I have caused
Is not enough to make you not love me.
The cross, I nailed you there
The cross, you saved me there

So many times I have turned away
Yet you are always faithful
The grave, I put you there
The grave, you rose from there

I try to live my life leaving you behind
But you always show your will
The throne, I want on there
The throne, you reign up there
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