Album: Ready Or Not
Breath falters in failing lungs
Blood streaming from grief-filled wounds
The day of my adoption, adoption, day of my adoption
Ground shaking as death comes close
Sky gaping as thunder roars
The day of my adoption, adoption, day of my adoption
Sweet crimson ransom for my redemption
Precious drops of blood purchased my freedom
Now grace, no sweeter sound
By grace, the lost is found, found
Rags filthy have been replaced
Made holy by robes of grace
The day of my adoption, adoption, day of my adoption
Stains guilty are blotted out
Death's verdict forsaken now
The day of my adoption, adoption, day of my adoption
Sweet crimson ransom for my redemption
Precious drops of blood purchased my freedom
Now grace, no sweeter sound
By grace, the lost is found, found
Just as the east can never find the west
Just as the night will never know the sun
So is the curse of my impending death
So far from me, so far from me
Just as the east can never find the west
Just as the night will never know the sun
So is the curse of my impending death so far from me
No longer binding
Sweet crimson ransom for my redemption
Precious drops of blood purchased my freedom
Now grace, no sweeter sound
By grace, the lost is found, found
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