Lyrics

"Fine for you," said the CROCODILE, "but what of me?
I am nasty and lowdown, I fear.
And a God who is fair could not possibly care
for a sinner like me, it is clear.
It's too late! It's too hard! - for whatever I do,
I don't dare to look into His face.
For the likes of poor me - so that I could be free,
a God must be perfect in Grace!"

"And He is," weary Crocodile, "Good news, it's true!
His Grace is sufficient - for me, and for you!"