I tried Lord I tried Lord I tried hard to be Your good little boy Chin up, head high All zeal and no joy Thinking all my good deeds could please Jesus Boy, was I wrong Though I knew the right songs, all my cymbals and gongs played the melodies wrong And it wasn’t long ‘til I saw my disease A life spent wanting to please On hands and knees To make right, to appease God help me please This can’t be Christianity, it can’t be The whole thing’s like insanity Where’s the rest of eternal security? Where’s the hope of a God big enough to cope with all my hang-ups and insecurities? Certainly this isn’t breathing My chest burning and heaving It’s like my pulse is ceasing Like my heart quits beating Yet this I recall to mind and therefore I have hope: You died, Lord You died, Lord Assuredly, like the coming of the dawn, the Father’s love song goes on Drowning out my bitter songs And breaking through walls and barriers Christ swoops in, removes sin, picks up His bride and carries her So I can sing in agreement with the King this thing: There’s only one thing that pleases the Father The God-man on the tree in the midst of the scoffers Now I finally see that Christ is what Christ offers And I’m finally free in the love of the Father