Paroles

I was headed down
Down like Jonah in the belly of despair
But then God found a ransom
Not silver Not gold
But blood
Thick red blood that spoke my name
A spotless lamb that took my blame

He took the pain I couldn't bear
Wore the shame I couldn't wear
He was clothed in my guilt
Crowned in my filth

That's not justice
That's love
This is not religion
This is redemption
Not earned. Not deserved.
But freely given with passion and precision.

He wasn't just killed, he chose to die.
Wasn't trapped at all, he walked right into it.
Let me tell you...
No grave could grip him
No tomb could trap him
No Death couldn't drag him
He didn't just die, he rose so I'd fly.

He took my pain cause he was on a mission
His blood wrote freedom
In every crimson edition.

Jesus took my place.
And now
I stand in grace.