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.