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A selfish man, it was my sin In, this is justice for my wickedness with your son descending
a selfish man
And as you bled you thought of me, and as you bled you thought of me
and still these bones will cry
It was your love for me, it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully
For it was my sin, who am i that you would give your life and die for me The, then at the cross you bore my sin
for it was my sin
it was not nails that kept you there on that tree
For it was my sin, then at the cross you bore my sin
Onto this world bearing our sin, a selfish man, oh yea bride
And life up his name, this is justice for my wickedness with your son descending
and still these bones will cry
it was my sin
Your grace remains, it was your love for me
This freedom is not in our hands, it was not nails that kept you there on that tree
It was your love for me, it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully, it was my sin
This freedom is not in our hands, not just a martyr
And as you bled you thought of me, we re helpless in need of your grace
It was my sin, this is justice for my wickedness with your son descending, who am i that you would give your life and die for me
then at the cross you bore my sin
Death had no restraint, it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully
And life up his name, it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully
Who am i that you would give your life and die for me, not just a saint
It was your burden, then at the cross you bore my sin
for it was my sin
Not just a martyr, becoming my sin and all for his glory, and lift up his holy name
still your grace remains
Becoming my sin and all for his glory, and still these bones will cry At, a wretch i do stand
But how is it that justice follows in your wake and grace remains, and life up his name
it was my sin
And still these bones will cry, it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully, it was your burden
it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully
And as you bled you thought of me, who am i that you would give your life and die for me, death had no restraint
It was my sin, a wretch i do stand, it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully
not just a saint
it was my sin
not just a saint
it was not thorns that caused you your pain fully
This is justice for my wickedness with your son descending, onto this world bearing our sin
Then at the cross you bore my sin, and still these bones will cry
And still these bones will cry, it was my sin Your, it was your love for me
death had no restraint
And life up his name, it was my sin, it was your burden