'Tis death a'dyin' on the cross.
    'Tis death itself a'dyin'.
'Tis not our sins, the marks we miss,
    For such have been forgiven.

No judgin', tryin', shame nor guilt,
    no justice left to serve,
'Cause love's response to stumblin' all
    Is more love in reserve.

Forgiven all afore we ask–
    Afore we know the need.
Such love's extravagant and large
    And loosed before the deed.

'Tis death a'dyin' on the cross.
    'Tis life that then is freed.

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