You don’t judge me by justice
Since Your son has bled and died of injustice
In a way You are spoiling me
The strange thing is I will only become a better child
Through Your graceful spoiling
You don’t count my wrongs
Since Your son was slain despite His innocence
In a way You are favoring me
The strange thing is You always shed a gentle light
So I know it is holy favoring
You love me in a flagrant way
Since Your son was mistreated by Adam’s race
In a way You are preferring me
The strange thing is I will only get more sanctified
By Your merciful holy preference
What a way
To let us know the truth
To give us a life to live
Nothing else
I want to be in
I want to follow
I just want to live a life
From you
About You
For You
To You
