Some people think my religion is crazy,

but, the foundation of my life, I can't live without

Because even on a deserted island, my thoughts would always turn to Thee

To my Savior I believe, without a doubt

Without it, I'd be lost

A speck of dust in the desert

Without it, I would never have known that He paid the absolute cost

The cost that bore every hurt, every exert

He paid it for you, and for me

For everyone on Earth

Why? So we could be free,

From death, from sin, for a changes of rebirth

I need his love more than I anything else,

Money, glory, fame

To the natural man, these might be his impulse

But for me, it is I, I want him to claim

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