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Why Would You Love Me?

[Verse 1] I’ve walked through nights I can’t erase The mirror shows a stranger’s face I’ve built my walls, I’ve run my race But I still fall in the same old place Every prayer feels lost in air Every word a whispered dare Could You still see something there In this heart worn down by despair? [Pre-Chorus] I’ve heard of mercy, I’ve heard of grace But how could You love what’s been replaced? [Chorus] Why would You love me, Lord, at all? When I’m the one who makes You call The sinner You found in the shadows’ end You reached right down and called me friend Though I’m unworthy, though I’m flawed You gave me life, You gave Your blood And when I fall, You lift me still Your mercy moves beyond my will [Verse 2] I’ve tried to hide the stains inside To cover up the things I’ve tried But every time I think I’ve won I see the cross — I see the Son The nails, the thorns, the crimson flood The gift I never understood That You would choose the broken ones To bear Your light, to be called sons [Pre-Chorus 2] And now I see through tear-filled eyes The love that never says goodbye [Chorus] Why would You love me, Lord, at all? When I’m the one who makes You call The sinner You found in the shadows’ end You reached right down and called me friend Though I’m unworthy, though I’m flawed You gave me life, You gave Your blood And when I fall, You lift me still Your mercy moves beyond my will [Bridge] Even though I’ve sinned and failed Your hands still hold, Your grace prevails You paid the price I couldn’t pay You washed my guilt and shame away Your blood redeems, Your love restores It opens hearts, it breaks down doors And now I stand, forgiven, free Because You still believe in me [Final Chorus] Why would You love me, Lord, at all? You saw my sin, and still You called The Lamb of God, so pure, so true You bore the cross I was due Though I was lost, You set me free Your blood was spilled to cover me And now I live, my heart made new All I am, I give to You [Outro] So here I stand beneath the flame Unworthy still — yet called by name And though I fall, I’ll rise again Washed by the blood of the Lamb