Upon life's sea we start to swerve,
On angry waves our bark does toss,
But God doesn't grade upon the curve,
He grades upon the Cross.
If we take pride in how we serve,
And try to earn man's warm applause,
Remember God doesn't grade upon the curve,
He grades upon the Cross.
When our own sinfulness hits a nerve,
And we feel it's sting, taste of it's dross,
We know God doesn't grade upon the curve,
He grades upon the Cross.
If we all got what we deserve,
Eternal death, how great the loss,
But God doesn't grade upon the curve,
He grades upon the cross.
