Some say they're nothin' but numbers Next to words that don't mean anything Oh, but I found the truth and a friend like no other The moment I read 3: 16 Some say it's old time religion For the led astray fools who believe Oh, but I found the hope that my lost soul was missin' The moment I read 3: 16
For God so loved how can it be That He sent His son to die for me My shame is gone, my sin washed clean And I owe it all to 3: 16
Some say you have to be perfect 'Cause nothin' in this life is free Oh, but I found a grace I know I don't deserve The moment I read 3: 16
For God so loved how can it be That He sent His son to die for me My shame is gone, my sin washed clean And I owe it all to 3: 16 3: 16
So lay down your burdens, your broken Lift up your eyes and see A Savior with arms stretched wide open On a cross meant for you and for me Oh, thank God for 3: 16 Hey, hey
For God so loved how can it be That He sent His son to die for me My shame is gone, my sin washed clean And I owe it all to 3: 16 And I owe it all to 3: 16 Oh, thank God for 3: 16
Compositores: Matthew Joseph West (Matthew West), Anne Claire Wilson (Anne Wilson), Jeff Pardo ECAD: Obra #43084007