Romans 8

A little short on hope, a little short on grace

In the dry county culture in which I was raised

Everyone looking down their nose at everybody else

And God was nothing more than an elf on a shelf

 

But living under a shadow of doubt

Ain’t what grace is supposed to be about

Later I learned the path to Heaven above

Isn’t pushed by fear but driven by love

 

And nothing can separate Christ’s love from me

And I’m fully forgiven, and finally free

 

So what shall we say then?

What shall we say then?

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Amen.

 

Macaroni and Elmer’s on the refrigerator door

Construction paper home décor

It’s not a work of art or a masterpiece

But it means the world to me

 

I’m not justified because of what I’ve done

But I’ve been adopted as a son

And though I’m a broken mess of a man

My pic is hangin in the halls of the promised land

 

I may not be perfect, but I don’t have to be

Because Christ was the perfect sacrifice for me.

 

So what shall we say then?

What shall we say then?

Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,

Amen.