Love Don't Add Up

Love don't add up (don't add up),
But it always comes through.
Grace got a rhythm,
And it sounds like You.

I used to keep a ledger (a ledger),
Every wrong in ink and red,
Thought I had to earn my dinner,
Thought I'd pay for daily bread.
But grace pulled up a chair for me,
Set a plate I didn't buy,
Filled my cup before I asked it,
Wrote my name and said: satisfied.

I did the math a hundred times (I did),
It never balanced, never rhymed —
Then love just crossed out every line:

Love don't add up,
But it always comes through.
Grace got a rhythm, sounds like You —
Kept my seat at the table.

That's the holy math only mercy can do,
Comes through (comes through),
When my account says it's over,
Love comes through.

I brought my broken résumé (brought it),
Expected You to turn me down.
I had my speech of failure ready,
Eyes fixed on the ground.
But You didn't read the history,
You didn't ask about the cost —
You put a ring upon my finger,
Found the value in the lost.
The Pharisees are still computing
How a sinner got a seat,
While I'm sitting at the banquet
Washing dirt from off my feet.

Does it make sense? (no it don't)
Does it come through? (yes it do)
When I count me out? (He counts me in)
That's the love that always wins.

You don't love me by the numbers,
You don't grade me by my best.
If grace was just arithmetic,
I'd be standing at the door —
But the cross tore up the ledger,
And the math don't work no more,
So I quit trying to deserve it,
I'll just clap and take my seat.

Love don't add up,
But it always comes through.
Grace got a rhythm, sounds like You —
Kept my seat at the table.

Went back over the numbers (one more time),
And the balance still reads free.
I tore the paper into pieces —
Grace signed the line for me.
Love don't add up,
But look how it came through.