For so long you have not seen the light of day   Blinded by a darkness that consumes all things   You were left to die, to rot   But that was not his plan   Our God the creator of life   He gave you light   He offers his hands to pull you from the flames      If only you would give him your life   He made such a sacrifice for so little a thing   If you were asked to die, would you give your life?   Where do you stand now?   Is it not enough to believe,   A wooden cross stained red with the blood of the lamb?   Maybe you'll see now that there is much more to this picture than you know   A life had to be given to save your own