Your life laid down, crucified. Your arms stretched out and open wide. To rescue me so I can be a child of God.
From nail pierced hands and thorn pierced brow Your blood flows down to me somehow. It cleanses me so I can be a child of God.
Praise to the lamb that was slain Praise to the Father who gave His son away
The proof of love, the price of grace You traded all to take my place And died for me so I can be a child of God
Praise to the lamb that was slain Praise to the Father who gave His son awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
