| I was sentenced to spend eternal life confined/
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| To a cell in hell but despite my crime/
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| The Lord Christ Divine left Paradise behind/
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| To pay my penalty and trade His Life For Mine/
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| Whoa! |
| I was a Godless man I ain’t acknowledge Him/
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| I was good at doing bad, all I knew was how to sin/
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| Why would then, he trade his crown for a violent end/
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| And take the cross for a man that was not his friend/
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| I had it better than the thief on the cross/
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| He was still crucified but not me, cuz I walked/
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| Scot-free, cell unlocked, he got keys/
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| But even after his pardon I’ve been sloppy/
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| Man, I am a chief of sinners/
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| With this flesh I wrestle like WWE contenders/
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| But his word says he placed his Spirit deep within us/
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| And he’ll work on us till life is complete and finished/
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| Man! |
| I just got to share it/
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| I’m a sinner saved by grace, not by Merit/
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| And when I hit my knees he said I got the clearance/
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| Into his presence cause I got his spirit, I got his spirit/ |