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Felix Culpa Lyrics - Artist : Kings Kaleidoscope
Turn the lights on, look at what I have
See the twisted trophies of a dead man Countless stories tell of sin and pain But they sing the sweetness of my Savior's grace I'm a torn man, spirit fighting flesh There's a battle raging deep in my chest And all that haunts me, all that leaves a stain Only sings the sweetness of my Savior's grace A fortunate fall My sins are stories of grace to recall A fortunate fall I glory in my sins forgiven Jesus bought me, and now I am His Dying with Him, in His death I now live And all my vices, to which I was chained Only speak the sweetness of my Savior's grace A fortunate fall My sins are stories of grace to recall A fortunate fall I glory in my sins forgiven And still I'm a wicked, wretched man I do everything I hate I am fighting to be God I seethe and claw and thrash and shake I have killed and stacked the dead On a throne from which I reign In the end I just want blood And with His blood my hands are stained See the God who reigns on high He has opened His own veins From His wounds a rushing torrent That can wash it all away Grace upon grace Upon grace upon grace Grace, oh! Grace upon grace upon grace Grace upon grace upon grace Fall, it's a fortunate fall |
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