I lift my voice and cry to You, “Oh God, You’ve got my heart!”
The very same voice that I use to curse what You’ve made
And I raise my hands and cry to You, “How great Thou art!”
The very same hands that fashioned an idol yesterday

But You are not fooled
You see how pitiful my heart is
But You keep loving me regardless
And I am the fool
Cuz I see how beautiful Your love is
So why do I keep loving You like this?
After 39 years and counting

I lift my eyes to Heaven in hopes that I’ll catch a glimpse
The same eyes that I turn away from my neighbor’s need
Oh, I offer You my time and money without thought of the expense
But the offering plate can’t cover up all of my greed

And You are not fooled
Cuz You see how pitiful my heart is
But You keep loving me regardless
And I am the fool
Cuz I see how beautiful Your love is
So why do I keep loving You like this?
After 39 years and counting

Woe is me—I am a man of unclean lips
You’ve got scars on both Your wrists from my betrayal
Each day I bring a hundred wounds with every kiss
The fruit of Cain I intermix with lambs of Abel
So why am I still welcomed here at Your table?

God it is still confounding
That Your grace is still abounding
For 39 years and counting You’ve been by my side
So till I take my last breath
And run with laughter past death
May all of the days I have left be pleasing in Your sight!