what do you think of them??
Belove
If the penalty of sin is death, than death is mine
Death, alone is what I deserve
Once part of the branch now a separated vine
To pay my sins off, a thousand years, I will serve
But will I find forgiveness?
Or a careless world?
Scarred by this world that left me
But then there’s a still small voice who whispers
“From these sins you are free.”
This voice speaks truth and truth alone
This voice I will tell the world, I will make known
This voice speaks of love, pure love
This is the voice of my belove
This is the voice of grace and only grace
This voice took every hint of sin leaving no trace
This voice is a great voice echoing from above
This is the voice of my belove
If the penalty of sin is death, than death is mine
Turing by back to the my old wicked times
Finding out that you created me in this design
So that you and you alone could pay for these crimes
This way I would fall always on you
This way no one could ever take your place
Take a heart like mine and renew
If the penalty of sin is death, than death is mine
I will not feel guilt free
That’s where I draw the line
I deserve this, this pain
Like an innocent lamb, I should be slain
I should have the nails in my hand
I should be spat on and killed and buried in this land
You should go free, not have to pay for me
From these sins I am free
Laying them at the cross and leaving them where they be
From these sins you are free
Lay them at the cross and leave them where they be
YOU
I found you, while holding the
knife ready to end my life
I found you again, when I held the
needle; while being beaten cripple
You were found by me, when blood
fell, and you found me in this pit of hell.
You were there, when the mirror
lied. When the beauty seemed to fade and I could only utter a cry.
Will I always find you? When these
things happened to me, I just knew, you would be you!
You, My loving God, a Father
You helped me come closer when I
was drifting farther
You, My Jesus, a Savior
You stepped in, forgave, when I was
a failure.
You, My Messiah, a Creator
Saw my need and right away became
my ever present Protector
You were there when, He hit me and
He beat me
You were there, with this a
lifeless body
When I was trapped by my own sin,
you were there,
When my body lay broken and thin,
you were always there
My beloved, I found
My Father, You were there
My Creator, I found
My Messiah, You were there
My loving Father I found
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