by Guest » Wed Mar 04, 2009 11:18 pm
In the courtroom sits God Almighty as a judge upon His Throne.
Holiness is all around Him, as He judges sin and wrong.
Satan is the old accuser, as he stands before the King
With his list of accusations all my sins he tries to bring.
As he points accusing fingers To where I stand before the throne.
Then a voice behind me whispers, Child I'm here, you're not alone.
That's my Savior, my interceder, and He's standing in my place,
As He stands before the Father, He speaks one word, And it is Grace.
He says, That's my child, He is forgiven, See my hands, my side, and feet.
Wih my blood I bought his pardon, That's my child, and he is free.
There is now no condemnation, unto them who are redeemed,
with my blood I bought his pardon, That's my child, and he is free.
With my blood I bought his pardon, That's my child, and he is free.
In the courtroom sits God Almighty as a judge upon His Throne.
Holiness is all around Him, as He judges sin and wrong.
Satan is the old accuser, as he stands before the King
With his list of accusations all my sins he tries to bring.
As he points accusing fingers To where I stand before the throne.
Then a voice behind me whispers, Child I'm here, you're not alone.
That's my Savior, my interceder, and He's standing in my place,
As He stands before the Father, He speaks one word, And it is Grace.
He says, That's my child, He is forgiven, See my hands, my side, and feet.
Wih my blood I bought his pardon, That's my child, and he is free.
There is now no condemnation, unto them who are redeemed,
with my blood I bought his pardon, That's my child, and he is free.
With my blood I bought his pardon, That's my child, and he is free.
