the four right chords can make me cry

Turn aside from your hypocrisy
Your insistent demand for your rights
And look upon the one who demands mercy
As He bleeds upon the Cross
And be silent in your shame
In the deafening silence
That follows the murderous call for blood
That resonated in your own voice
You dare not ask, "What have we done?"
For you already know, all too well

In humility return to grace
For there is no other way to salvation
Aside from His precious promises
There is no good thing
Apart from Him, we are nothing
Everything pales in comparison
And fades to insignificance
All humanity's achievement and most cherised ideals
Turn to offense and refuse
In the light of His surpassing excellence

posted by beckyboo @ 1:05 AM