In Your Wake - Wolves At The Gate

A selfish man, a wretch I do stand, just as you we are the same

But how is it that justice follows in Your wake and grace remains?

And grace remains?

Your grace remains!

Still grace remains!

This is justice for my wickedness with your Son descending

Onto this world bearing our sin

We’re helpless in need of Your grace

This freedom is not in our hands

Still Your grace remains

It was not nails that kept You there on that tree

It was not thorns that caused You your pain (fully)

For it was my sin, it was Your burden

It was my sin, it was Your love for me

It was not nails that kept You there on that tree

It was not thorns that caused You your pain (fully)

For it was my sin, it was Your burden

It was my sin, it was Your love for me

Then at the cross You bore my sin

And as You bled You thought of me

And still these bones will cry

Who am I that you would give Your life and die for me?

Not just a myth and not just a story

Becoming my sin and all for His glory

Not just a martyr, not just a saint

He’s risen, alive

Death had no restraint!

Bride, arise!

And lift up His holy name

Oh yea bride, arise!

And life up His name

It was not nails that kept You there on that tree

It was not thorns that caused You your pain (fully)

For it was my sin, it was Your burden

It was my sin, it was Your love for me

Then at the cross You bore my sin

And as You bled You thought of me

And still these bones will cry

Who am I that you would give Your life and die for me?