Tell me, Lord, what can I do
To get Your saving grace?
I tell you, son, there's none for you.
You cannot earn your way.
I'll feed the hungry, help the lame,
And even sell my rings.
Your sin's too great for you to tame,
You cannot buy these things.
I love the poor and care for kids,
I even share Your Word.
Your works are naught, you fight your Id,
I do not think you've heard.
What can I do before You now,
I'm prostrate at your feet.
I tell you, son, there's no way how,
My grace is all you need.
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