One misstep can make you stumble
You set yourself up for a fall
You punish yourself for each failure
Dogma beat out alcohol
When all of your principles were fashioned
You thought your new rules made you new
But maybe those X's on your hands are what's killing you

The cross of Saint Andrew never meant to
Take his place
The cross of Saint Andrew echoes of his
Grace

Good Saint Andrew knew the measure
He knew the cost of sacrifice
He left all that he knew behind him
Great things comes at such great price
But all of this never bought the answers
Obedience comes with controversy
What changed him changes me today
Christ has mercy

The cross of Saint Andrew never meant to
Take his place
The cross of Saint Andrew echoes of his
Grace
All your sins can be forgiven
All of this was always free
Jesus loves without condition
This is what freedom means to me