loving these songs....

embracing accusation, by shane and shane

the father of lies
coming to steal
kill and destroy
all my hopes of being good enough
i hear him saying cursed are the ones
who can’t abide
he’s right
alleluia he’s right!

the devil is preaching
the song of the redeemed
that I am cursed and gone astray
i cannot gain salvation
embracing accusation

could the father of lies
be telling the truth
of God to me tonight?
if the penalty of sin is death
then death is mine
i hear him saying cursed are the ones
who can’t abide
he’s right
alleluia he’s right!

oh the devil’s singing over me
an age old song
that I am cursed and gone astray
singing the first verse so conveniently
he’s forgotten the refrain

Jesus saves!

second chance, by hillsong united

you called my name
reached out Your hand
restored my life
and i was redeemed

the moment You entered my life
amazing grace
Christ gave that day
my life was changed
when from my shoulders
fell the weight of my sin

so it’s with everything i am
i reach out for Your hand
the hope for change
the second chance
i’ve gained

on You i throw my life
casting all my fears aside
how could greater love than this
ever possibly exist

consume my thoughts
as i rest in You
i’m now in love
with a Saviour
bearing the marks of His love

so i’ll wait upon You now
with my hands released to You
where a little faith’s enough
to see mountains lift and move

and i’ll wait upon You now
dedicated to Your will
to this love that will remain
a love that never fails

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