I don’t love you
Though I keep thinking about you
I’m just sad and lonely
And so caught with the idea of falling in love deeply.

I don’t love you
Though I sleep and wake up dreaming of you
I’m just confused or bored
Or caught with thoughts I cannot afford.

I don’t love you
Though my heart keeps on yelling good things about you
Yet, I guess, I feel and I know
I can’t deny that I’m afraid and it makes me low
I’m beginning to love you
And oh! This is true.

I am a perfect sinner
while You are a perfect savior
I am covered by unrighteousness
while You are clothed with worthiness.

Still, You looked at me
At the cross you thought of me
O what love it could be
When You died to set me free.

Oh Your amazing grace
Oh Your saving embrace
Nothing can ever replace
Your grace when You died in my place.