Stained by sin are the tips of my fingers
Stalked by death the steps that I take
Proud is the heart that beats in my chest
Sin is what’s left in my wake
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Broken are the bridges that daily I build
Flawed are the friendships I keep
There are no ways to undo what I’ve done
The debt I’ve incurred is too steep
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Someone must cover the cost of my sin
Someone must pay for my life
Nothing I do or say will suffice
I need the one they call Christ
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Jesus Christ is the very Son of God
And He’s willfully died in my place
He’s gone as the lamb is led to the slaughter
He’s bestowed on all sinners His grace
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Perfect was the life that Jesus had lived
Undeserving was the death that He died
But unworthy a foe the grave did prove
For Jesus has risen, He’s alive!
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Not even the clutches of death could hold Him
There is no power below or above
Christ will triumph again and again
There is no match for His love
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