Your life laid down, crucified
Your arms stretched out and open wide
To rescue me so I can be a child of God
From nail pierced hands and thorn pierced brow
Your blood flows down to me somehow
It cleanses me so I can be a child of God
Praise to the lamb that was slain
Praise to the Father who gave His son away
The proof of love, the price of grace
You traded all to take my place
And died for me so I can be a child of God
Praise to the lamb that was slain
Praise to the Father who gave His son away