|
A selfish man, a wretch |
|
I do stand, just as you we are the same |
|
But how is it that justice follows in |
|
Your wake and grace remains? |
|
And grace remains? |
|
Your grace remains! |
|
Still grace remains! |
|
This is justice for my wickedness with your |
|
Son descending |
|
Onto this world bearing our sin |
|
We're helpless in need of |
|
Your grace |
|
This freedom is not in our hands |
|
Still Your grace remains |
|
It was not nails that kept |
|
You there on that tree |
|
It was not thorns that caused |
|
You your pain (fully) |
|
For it was my sin, it was |
|
Your burden |
|
It was my sin, it was |
|
Your love for me |
|
It was not nails that kept |
|
You there on that tree |
|
It was not thorns that caused |
|
You your pain (fully) |
|
For it was my sin, it was |
|
Your burden |
|
It was my sin, it was |
|
Your love for me |
|
Then at the cross |
|
You bore my sin |
|
And as You bled |
|
You thought of me |
|
And still these bones will cry |
|
Who am I that you would give |
|
Your life and die for me? |
|
Not just a myth and not just a story |
|
Becoming my sin and all for |
|
His gloryNot just a martyr, not just a saint |
|
He's risen, alive |
|
Death had no restraint! |
|
Bride, arise! |
|
And lift up |
|
His holy name |
|
Oh yea bride, arise! |
|
And life up |
|
His nameIt was not nails that kept |
|
You there on that tree |
|
It was not thorns that caused |
|
You your pain (fully) |
|
For it was my sin, it was |
|
Your burden |
|
It was my sin, it was |
|
Your love for me |
|
Then at the cross |
|
You bore my sin |
|
And as You bled |
|
You thought of me |
|
And still these bones will cry |
|
Who am I that you would give |
|
Your life and die for me? |
