Sometimes I stand Sometimes I fall And times I don't have faith at all But in those times you let me know That nothing I confess can make you love me less Sometimes I'm right Sometimes I'm wrong I may stop but now I'm in the middle of the storm But through it all You let me know that nothing I confess can make you love me less What kind of love is this Who can love like this On the cross in pain for me With your arms stretched wide You let me know that Nothing I confess can make you love me less Sometimes I'm strong Sometimes I'm not I've been hurt before And now I struggle to forgive But through your grace Amazing grace, I know that Nothing I confess can make you love me less. What kind of love is this Who can love like this On the cross in pain for me With your arms stretched wide You let me know that nothing I confess can make you love me less Nothing that I've done Nothing I can do Nothing I confess can make you love me less.