THE PAYMENT

My sins were written upon that cross,
The day You died for me;
I do not deserve that precious gift,
Allowing me Your face to see.


I pray Your grace will follow me,
All the days that I live
I pray I will live a worthy life,
And all praises to You I'll give.



Your death paid a very high price,
For all the wrong I have done;
But Your resurrection reminds me,
The battle against death is won.



I have nothing to give You,
Except my broken heart;
But Your death has given a way,
For me to once again start.



So I give you my broken heart,
And all the praises I can sing;
I give you all my love and life,
And the joy I hope it will bring.