Things, they got tough, I know, I ran.
Things, they got rough, I fled, far away.
I said I’d never leave you, never forsake you,
never go, but I did.
And when the soldiers came and took you away,
filled with fear, I hid.
Now I beat my chest, cry for forgiveness,
how could I, my love deny.
Hanging on that cross, without a fight,
why oh why, did I let you die?
Your love it never dies, I can see that in your eyes,
You’re the God of the second chance.
You came into the room,
said “now you’re going to bloom,
You’re the God of the second chance.
You still hold onto me, when I let go of you,
You’re the God of the second chance.
With nails in your hands and a spear in your side,
You’re the God of the second chance.