Sometimes I can’t sleep, I toss in my bed
Eyes turning red, thinking about the love story that I read
About a man who had a crown of thorns placed onto his head
People said he was dead because this man came and bled
As I shake at tremble, I toss and I turn
There’s more to this story that I seem to learn
That God died for grateful and ungrateful people
Even when they didn't’t treat him like an equal
The sequel, three days after that God arose
God left all his old clothes; everybody ought to know
That the best love story that could ever been told
Is when Jesus Christ died for my soul

As my tears flow they just don’t seem to stop
Every time I think about it another tear drops
In the gospel when God shed His precious blood
It was me, Paul Andrew that God was thinking of
Hands bruised and scared
Greater love, none by far
He remains my all and all, my bright and morning star
His dispatches, and attaches angels to my side
He’s calling for me one day to be his bride
Every time I think about it, I fall in love over again
I can’t explain it; God is just more than a friend
The best love story that could ever been told
Is when Jesus Christ died for my soul

I pictured his hands being pierced with an eye full of tears
I never knew a love like this; it took me so many years
Even when people didn't’t want to be by my side
You stuck by my side and made me clean inside
Even at times when I made you cry
You still wouldn't’t let the love you had for me die
Out of all the love stories that’s ever been told
The best one was when you died for my soul.

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