That I could still go free
What kind of man would reach down his hand and do this for me
Unworthy to live and not fit to kill
Yet a man on the cross put me in His will
And said that I could still go free
Now I never could quite understand why a king would wanna leave His throne
To dawn the robe of an earthly man and feel the pain of flesh, flesh and bone
Then to later trod that lonely path That lead to Calvary
But those blood red stains broke all my chains
So that I could still go free
That I could still go free
What kind of man would reach down his hand and do this for me
Unworthy to live and not fit to kill
Yet a man on the cross put me in His will
And said that I could still go free