You live every day in sin and lies, And doubt that God exists, You see not through those human eyes, That a Saviour died for this...

Faith is evidence of things not seen, Things you know are true, Proof that there is something between, A sinless Saviour and you.

How can you look at that rugged old tree, And say "He was only a man", There never was again one such as He, The whole world He holds in His hand.

Each nail was for your sin debt, Each drop of blood for your soul, And yet you live the days of your life, Like you're the one in control.

What will you do on that day, When you see Him face to face, What will you say when He asks you, "How well did you run the race?".