I sit here and question why my God loves me Though I have never done a good thing Or a righteous deed And though I’m rich, I claim that I’m poor Crying over earthly things I know I can’t afford but He who died is greater than these I should be thankful, praying on my knees Crying
CHORUS: Alpha and Omega Prince of Peace O, my king of Kings The Great I Am, Jehovah Jireh Who cares for me The Holy One, the Holy Father of the Blessed Trinity All Consuming Fire burn in me
Now I never claimed to be anymore than I am Anymore than I seem In fact I bill myself so much less than I am So much less than He sees So may I hold out with an open hand This frail life of mine and pray that You can make it stand Most Holy God it’s all I need to say that I’m thankful I can believe in the
