How He Loves Me Wayne Watson

How He loves me, I'll never know
But I'll return it, and I'll watch it grow
How much He loves me, it's easy to see
One look at the Savior, hung on a tree
Hung on a tree

How He loves me, every day
When I don't listen, but I go my own way
How He loves me, time and again
Even in stumbling, even in sin

His holy arms will never embrace
My act of rebellion, my life of disgrace
But with one stroke of the blood, He'll erase
My sin as I confess it
He said He removed it
Promised to remember it no more, no more

How can I love Him, how can I prove
My simple devotion, my undying love
Serving my brother, helping a friend
When somebody needs me to offer my hand

My feeble words can never convey
The measure of love that I'm called to obey
There's a time for a talk and a time to pray
But right now let's be doing
Get on with the service
Inside your foolish pride, open your eyes
And let the caring begin