Woorden:
Blood By The Way Of Grace

Bake in the19th century in a plain far way Lies a tremendous labour camp All dangerous criminals Were banished to stay there It was a journey into death

Bake in the19th century in a plain far way Lies a tremendous labour camp All dangerous criminals Were banished to stay there It was a journey into death

the wisdom and instruction Heed the instructions of your father And do not foresake the law of your mother For they will be graceful way beyond your head

poverty, our property is defended by shotguns Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences If you're not armed you're in harm's way You're hunted by wannabe

The cross the crown The blood falling down The love that cost A price greater than All we could pay Who can stand as righteous A sinner saved by grace

me grace and peace Praise the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit Increase the beast survive, your relatives and tribe As long as you spiritual, you always alive By

She found she was walking on the ground of a one way street And she cried when she looked in the eye of the people she met There was no blood there was

em by the tone of their skin He was raised to think like his dad, narrow minded full of hate On the road to nowhere fast, till the grace of God got in the way

blessings you bestow and all the sin that you take. By your blood alone I live. By your grace, alone I breathe. By your blood alone I give. By your grace