Impaled high above the crowd the sins of the world,
Pour from your hands and feet,
Mocked and defiled,
Embedded in your head are thorns,
This is love,
Lord,
I am eternally grateful,
And my heart is all I have to give,
Now religion has destroyed.
This was never how things were meant to be,
We are no longer bound by the law,
In his blood we find freedom,
We are saved by grace,
So give me peace through these times of struggle,
And hope through time of distress,
Give me the heart of a servant,
So I may serve you with all of my heart.
Your religion is dead.
But Jesus,
You give life.
This is my purpose,
To live for your glory,
Lord,
I give you praise,
You died for me,
I'll live for you.
I would give my life for this.
Pour from your hands and feet,
Mocked and defiled,
Embedded in your head are thorns,
This is love,
Lord,
I am eternally grateful,
And my heart is all I have to give,
Now religion has destroyed.
This was never how things were meant to be,
We are no longer bound by the law,
In his blood we find freedom,
We are saved by grace,
So give me peace through these times of struggle,
And hope through time of distress,
Give me the heart of a servant,
So I may serve you with all of my heart.
Your religion is dead.
But Jesus,
You give life.
This is my purpose,
To live for your glory,
Lord,
I give you praise,
You died for me,
I'll live for you.
I would give my life for this.