selfish man, a wretch I do stand, just as you we are the same 
But how is it that justice follows in Your wake and grace remains? 
And grace remains? Your grace remains! Still grace remains! 

This is justice for my wickedness with your Son descending 
Onto this world bearing our sin 
We're helpless in need of Your grace 
This freedom is not in our hands 
Still Your grace remains 

It was not nails that kept You there on that tree 
It was not thorns that caused You your pain (fully) 
For it was my sin, it was Your burden 
It was my sin, it was Your love for me 
It was not nails that kept You there on that tree 
It was not thorns that caused You your pain (fully) 
For it was my sin, it was Your burden 
It was my sin, it was Your love for me 

Then at the cross You bore my sin 
And as You bled You thought of me 
And still these bones will cry 
Who am I that you would give Your life and die for me? 

Not just a myth and not just a story  [bad word] my sin and all for His glory 
Not just a martyr, not just a saint 
He's risen, alive 
Death had no restraint! 

Bride, arise! And lift up His holy name 
Oh yea bride, arise! And life up His name 
It was not nails that kept You there on that tree 
It was not thorns that caused You your pain (fully) 
For it was my sin, it was Your burden 
It was my sin, it was Your love for me 

Then at the cross You bore my sin 
And as You bled You thought of me 
And still these bones will cry 
Who am I that you would give Your life and die for me?