As I go out walking
In the crispness of eve,
I think of my living
And what I believe.
I see my own sins
In the clouds of the sky,
And brings me to ask,
Why Jesus did die?
I know I’m not worth it,
Not the man I have been,
For all my good works
Cannot cover my sin.
So I ask for God’s grace,
For this gift He will give.
There is the answer,
Why Jesus does live.
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