Two Out of Three

I've been thinking back over my life,
And some of the questions I've had.
I've thought about living,
I've thought about dying.
And what makes me happy or sad.
Well most of my questions I've kept to myself,
Like, "Why in the world was I born?"
But the number one question I'd like to ask,
I'd like to ask of the Lord.
Jesus how could You love me,
Oh sweet Jesus how could You love me.
Cause when I had a choice between good and bad,
I picked bad two out of three.
What makes a man start looking around,
When he's already got a good wife.
What makes a man pour drink from a bottle,
When he knows it can cut like a knife.
Tho' some are called good,
Some are called bad,
We have all been tempted and charmed.
But all of us sinners,
The man in the sandals will welcome right back in his arms.
Jesus how could You love me,
Oh sweet Jesus how could You love me.
Cause when I had a choice between good and bad,
I picked bad two out of three.
Jesus how could You love me,
Oh sweet Jesus how could You love me.
Cause when I had a choice between good and bad,
I picked bad two out of three.
Jesus how could You love me,
Oh sweet Jesus how could You love me.
Cause when I had a choice between good and bad,
I picked bad two out of three.