Once
upon a time,
I
knew no sin,
Did
what I wanted,
Lived
as a heathen.
Then
came a law,
I
knew nothing about,
But
under these rules,
Of
my deeds I had doubt.
This
law brought new peace,
Order,
structure, and tokens,
And
one dire consequence,
If
just one code was broken.
However
there’s hope,
For
the law/death trapped soul,
His
name is Yeshua,
And
he came with one goal.
Sadly
he died,
After
teaching me life,
But
from death he did rise,
To
make me his bride.
Being
baptized with Christ,
Makes
me dead to this law,
Now
I walk in the Spirit,
Not
my flesh where I fall.
But
who is this Spirit,
With
whom I traverse,
This
roadway of life,
With
my flesh so perverse?
It
is the Spirit of God,
Dwelling
inside me,
Bringing
a new law,
For
me fulfilling.
He
prays when I can’t,
Putting
to death my foul deeds,
So
that closer I draw,
To
the God I now need.
Now
justified by faith,
In
Christ my true King,
A
slave to his love,
And
I am happy indeed.
Seeing
Christ on a tree,
In
a worshipful vision,
Knowing
now the full price,
Of
my sin and transgression,
I
have decided to walk,
Alive
in this Spirit,
For
there is nothing else,
That
truly comes near it.
So
with a loud voice,
I
praise and I holler,
To
my Savior and Lord,
I
cry “Abba Father.”
