EXCEPT by Lee Brock
Except for the love of Jesus
That is me going there,,
In a ragged pair of blue jeans,
With long, dirty matted hair.
Except for the love of Jesus
That’s me sitting in that bar,
Or else in a drunken stupor
In a wrecked and burning car.
Except for the love of Jesus
That’s my wife, with two black eyes,
Cowering hidden in a closet
Listening to her children’s cries.
Except for the love of Jesus
I might be high on crack cocaine,
Or be stoned on marijuana,
Homeless in the pouring rain.
Thank you Jesus, for your mercy,
Thank you for your saving grace,
Thank you that you were willing,
On the cross to take my place.