Some say they're nothing but numbers

Next to words that don't mean anything

Oh, but I found the truth and a friend like no other

The moment I read 3.16

Some say it's old-time religion

For the led-astray fools who believe

Oh, but I found the hope that my lost soul was missing

The moment I read 3.16.

For god so loved, how can it be

That he sent his son to die for me?

My shame is gone, my sin washed clean

And I owe it all to 3.16.

Some say you have to be perfect

'cause nothing in this life is free

Oh, but I found a grace I know I don't deserve

The moment I read 3.16.

For god so loved, how can it be

That he sent his son to die for me?

My shame is gone, my sin washed clean

And I owe it all to 3.16

3.16.

So lay down your burdens, you're broken

Lift up your eyes and see

A savior with arms stretched wide open

On a cross meant for you and for me

Oh, thank god for 3.16.

For god so loved, how can it be

That he sent his son to die for me?

My shame is gone, my sin washed clean

And I owe it all to 3.16

And I owe it all to 3.16

Oh, thank god for 3.16.