Doxology

[Verse 1: Chrys Jones]
Jesus Christ, I want to offer you praise, You proffered me grace
You saw this disgrace and then you softened your gaze
I know I'm often malaised in faltering ways
I walk in the days, getting lost like I walk in a maze
But You're the advocate, interceding on my behalf
Adding to Your finished work, never that, I like Your math
Never divided from the Father and Spirit
Subtracted riches but not Your deity, Lord, and You light the path
The only monarch to never fail, You will prevail
You showed Yourself, behold the nails (but You're risen)
You are the well who tore the veil, said all is well
No threat of Hell, forever bailed ('cause I'm forgiven)
Good shepherd, please keep leading me and feeding me
Helping me comprehend being free and loved equally
By our Father who seeing You when He seeing me
Covered by Your hemoglobin, white as snow and clean indeed

[Chorus: Chrys Jones]
Jesus paid it all
And all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed me white as snow

[Verse 2: Stephen The Levite]
Lord you're the star of the concert, we're in awe of your artwork
You draw with a cross earth's assorted and call it church
It starts with an odd verse when the Garden had gardeners
Before it was guarded by Your army and hot sword
We call it the fall's curse where all of our hearts turned
By a talking demonic serpent who wanted us all burned
The fault would involve heirs an offering was slaughtered
That's the gospel they saw, heard, and taught to their daughters
Sons also through psalms learned, the marvels in God's Word
Solomon's song's words? That's gotta be awkward
We ponder the proverbs, the knowledge is absurd
The prophets are off-world and Archetype authored
We watched as You got murked, cut off from The Father
Which probably a lot worse than the flogs and the high perch
The thought of our flaws purged, forgotten with our dirt
Acknowledge our God's worth and the cost that his scars earned
Art work

[Chorus: Chrys Jones]
Jesus paid it all
And all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed me white as snow

Jesus paid it all
And all to Him I owe
Sin had left a crimson stain
He washed me white as snow