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