Romans 7:20

There's blood in the hands of the prosecutor
Why did you let him go?
There's blood on my hands, there's an intruder
Hindering me from being who I really am
(Ohhohhohh)
My father killed the snake
(Ohhohhohh)
Then rose and killed the grave
(Ohhohh...)
There's power in the tongue
I knew that since I was young
So why do I curse out all the good things
And why do I push out lord what I need
There's power in your name
So, we will lift a praise
Father killed the snake
Then rose and killed the grave!
There's blood in the hands of the prosecutor
Why did you let him go?
There's blood on my hands, there's an intruder
Hindering me from being who I really am
(Ohhohhohh)
My father killed the snake
(Ohhohhohh)
Then rose and killed the grave
(Ohhohh...)
(Jesus!)
There's power in your name
So, we will lift a praise
Father killed the snake
Then rose and killed the grave!



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