A Violent Grace Songtext
von Michael Card
A Violent Grace Songtext
A mural of memories moves by in a blur
His prayers all seem unanswered and unheard
His pleading petitions, His loud cries and tears
A last reprieve will simply not appear
So ruthless, He loves us, so reckless His embrace
To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race
The joy that was before Him on the Man of Sorrows face
And by His blood, He bought a violent grace
Most willing of victims, and with His final breath
Destroyed the one who holds the power of death
The hate heaped upon Him, scorning all the shame
But all for love, He died and overcame
So ruthless, He loves us, so reckless His embrace
To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race
The joy that was before Him on the Man of Sorrows face
And by His blood, He bought a violent grace
In all of time no one had ever heard
And to the world, the thought seemed so absurd
Beyond their wildest dreams, no one could ever tell
Of a High Priest who would sacrifice Himself
So ruthless, He loves us, so reckless His embrace
To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race
The joy that was before Him on the Man of Sorrows face
And by His blood, He bought a violent grace
His prayers all seem unanswered and unheard
His pleading petitions, His loud cries and tears
A last reprieve will simply not appear
So ruthless, He loves us, so reckless His embrace
To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race
The joy that was before Him on the Man of Sorrows face
And by His blood, He bought a violent grace
Most willing of victims, and with His final breath
Destroyed the one who holds the power of death
The hate heaped upon Him, scorning all the shame
But all for love, He died and overcame
So ruthless, He loves us, so reckless His embrace
To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race
The joy that was before Him on the Man of Sorrows face
And by His blood, He bought a violent grace
In all of time no one had ever heard
And to the world, the thought seemed so absurd
Beyond their wildest dreams, no one could ever tell
Of a High Priest who would sacrifice Himself
So ruthless, He loves us, so reckless His embrace
To show relentless kindness to a hardened human race
The joy that was before Him on the Man of Sorrows face
And by His blood, He bought a violent grace
Writer(s): Michael Card Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com