I raise my voice and cry: Oh God, You have my heart The same voice I use to curse the things You've made I raise my hands and cry with passion: How great Thou art The same hands that fashioned idols yesterday And You're not fooled You see how pitiful my heart is But You still love regardless I lift my eyes to heaven in hopes I'll catch another glimpse The same eyes I turned away from my neighbor's need I offer my time and money without thought of the expense But the offering plate can't cover up my greed And You're not fooled You see how pitiful my heart is But You still love regardless And I'm the fool 'Cause I see how beautiful Your love is But I keep loving like this And woe is me I'm a man of unclean lips And You've got scars on both Your wrists from my betrayal Each day I bring A hundred wounds with every kiss The fruit of Cain I intermix with lambs of Abel So why am I still welcomed here at Your table? Oh, God, it's still confounding That grace is still abounding For thirty years and counting You've been by my side So till I take my last breath And run with laughter past death May all the days I have left be pleasing in Your sight