Your perfection on my behalf acquires
The precious gift of justification
Your holy presence in me desires
The purity of sanctification
We are the broken ones
You took the pain of restoration
We are the prodigal sons
Called arms open back to celebration
Heavy steps in time became one
Eternal dance of glorification
For when the sting of death stuns
It's now a stage for transformation
You asked for the cup to pass
And that too proved to be vicarious
For the deadly poison in my glass
Was bound to a fate most precarious
You died for us who were yet sinners
Now you call us to live for your glory
By your merit we are the winners
Living happily in the Writer's story
The precious gift of justification
Your holy presence in me desires
The purity of sanctification
We are the broken ones
You took the pain of restoration
We are the prodigal sons
Called arms open back to celebration
Heavy steps in time became one
Eternal dance of glorification
For when the sting of death stuns
It's now a stage for transformation
You asked for the cup to pass
And that too proved to be vicarious
For the deadly poison in my glass
Was bound to a fate most precarious
You died for us who were yet sinners
Now you call us to live for your glory
By your merit we are the winners
Living happily in the Writer's story
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