People often ask me why I wear this cross.

I think they can see in my eyes just a bit of my loss.

Sometimes, I can't help but grieve,

For hearing my words, they don't want to believe.

Still I grasp each chance to share,

Praying this time they'll want to compare.

I've been made a laughingstock by people all around the world

For a silly bit of foolishness in my innocence I unfurled.

Threatened, beaten, burned, nearly drowned,

It's often seemed I was in death's playground.

I've faced more bodies than most soldiers I know,

And spent my life blocking out that sorrow.

I've been left bankrupt and nowhere,

Betrayed by the ones I loved.

Yet I can't shake the guilt I bear

For not being what they dreamed of.

Wounded, angry, prideful as can be,

Certain of this man on his own,

I failed every test put before me,

Thinking I could do it all alone.

Yet from all such sins and surely more than I know,

I stand redeemed by a gift long ago,

And the choice I made to give my life

To Jesus Christ, God's sacrifice.

 

And here's the reason why.

And here's the reason why.