God of Many Chances

How could He love a heart
So lost, so prone to wonder
I feel His mercy fall like rain
He sees beyond where I am
And into who I'll be
Once more He saves me, saves me

My God is a God of many chances
My God is a God of endless grace
My God is a God of many chances
In His hands, nothing is wasted
It will never be too late

There Is One who wore
The crown of my betrayals
A perfect Son dies in my place
And in His faithful arms
Faithless souls find healing
A chance for changing, changing

My God is a God of many chances
My God is a God of endless grace
My God is a God of many chances
In His hands, nothing is wasted
It will never be too late

To the weary
To the battered and worn
Hear the Father calling
"Come be reborn"

My God is a God of endless grace
My God is a God of many chances
In His hands, nothing is wasted
It will never be too late

(My God, God of many chances)
Oh, He's a God of endless grace
(My God, God of endless grace)
Oh...
My God, God of many chances
In His hands, nothing is wasted
Oh, it will never be too late...