Bloodwashed Saints Lyrics


The Lord will perfect that which concerns me

In spite of my trials

In spite of my trials

I know it's nothing, nothing compared to Your love

Nothing compared to Your grace

Nothing compared to Your blood

Nothing compared to Your Cross

Resurrect my face from the dust

Cleanse me from my sin

Deliver my eyes from my circumstance

I submit my life to Your hands

When I am weak, You are strong

Roll with the punches

Keep your eyes on Christ

Roll with the punches, our foundation is truth

Our foundation is truth

Our foundation is light

Our foundation is Christ