Where does my confidence belong?
Not in my works, my creed, my song.

There is one work in which I trust,
Untouched by time, by moth, by rust.

Upon the cross the work was done,
By grace unblemished through the Son.

Eternal life in Him is found
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.

I invited Him into my house,
Introduced Him to my child, my spouse

People came from all around,
To hear Him the gospel expound

My family was certainly blessed,
But were blind to the coming test

Coming down from above,
My roof was torn, but he found Christ’s love

A crippled man lowered down
Until he rested on the ground

But now there’s a hole in my roof