More Than Conquerors

Grace

I'm not what I was made
I'm what I was born to be
His child

Grace has washed my transgressions away

I'm not what I was made
I'm what I was born to be
His child 

Grace has washed my transgressions away
Its the cross, its the son, its the deed that has saved
And now I know that I really should have obeyed. 


The Call

Fear strikes in the eyes of the unaware
A terror awaiting its call

They don't even know
If they could only hear

I've got five fingers on each of my hands to count all the commands that I've broken
Woe is me for I am a man of unclean lips
You set the coal upon my lips, and take away my shame
You cry whom shall I send
Well God, here am I (Send Me)

Scriptures call "Awake Oh Sleeper"
But the Church doesn't hear
And the Spirit presses on our souls
But we close our hearts

You can send me 


Imitators

Beneath the bridge
The darkness glares
Disguised is this world, but what lies beneath
It breaks my heart
I can hear them calling
Come back to me

I'll be Your willing vessel God

This road is heavy
And as I walk I can hear all their hearts cry
And though it hurts I'll learn to trust

I give thanks for this tender heart

Be imitators
Oh His beloved
We'll walk in love 
As Christ loved us

Oh, Church, why are you asleep?


Oh God

Oh, what brought us to this great divide
Was it the taste of fruit at which the knowledge would rise
It was the fall of man
of this God already knew

Oh, God we're slaves to our sin
To live or die, you decide which side will win
Oh, God theres blood on my hands
Waging wars, what we've done, despised by all man

Oh, its the greatest of peace
Its like filling my cup with the sweetest of wine
Oh, its the greatest of peace

Oh, God its the warmth of your embrace


Filthy Man 

Filthy man was I who took his walk in stride
Clearly it would take more effort than I had thought
Brought out from the darkest place, and put into the light
God had His hands on me all the time

Stubborn man was I who pushed His hands aside
I don't need Your grace I can do this on my own

What a lost man was I, stuck in my own ways
What a lost man was I stuck in my
What a lost man was I who was stuck in my own ways
But I understand the cross, and what its done

Filthy man was I
Stubborn man was I