Behind the Sun

I'm no saint, I have no right to say Jesus Christ was murdered, but he's alive and well today I don't have a chair, or a place where I am one Yea I'm so far from home, blessings will never come But I do know He's out there looking out for me His love for me is crazy, so I'm going to bend my knee I don't have no jewels to wear in my crown I have been a sinner, Heaven I've never found But when I tried to break free and join the other side He made the valley's deeper, and deeper the more I tried Today I stand here humbled there's nothing I have done He reached down here and picked me Then hid me behind the son