Where could I ever find love so real?
I will sing it each day
And every morning write it fresh on my mind.
I will bind it to my heart
And sear it into my soul.
How could these hands not hold it fast?
It will be my light,
Guiding me in the night.
It will be my hope,
Pushing me to a better day.
Will I let this love be enough?
It alone has cared for this wandering heart.
It alone would bear my weight upon the cross.