Heathens have their saviors, they are just from this side, always giving, never taking, hoping their love will abide, their pure hearts break but never turn, like Mary's perfect son, betrayed again, if they see, they never turn and run, you found me hurt and bitter, my vessel torn and tattered, you saw my worth through all the rust, to you it didn't matter, I hope your Lord is watching, this work you do so selflessly, Amazing Grace, you embody it, you saved a wretch like me.
