Muerte Por Vida

My place was the cross, but You took it
You came to rescue me, from darkness to your light
You sat in the heights with the highest dignity
And in return, you humbled yourself, for low humanity

And your feet stepped on mud, to come and rescue me
And you made streets of gold, for me to walk through
You wore my crown of thorns on your forehead
And your crown of life, I will wear eternally

Curse for blessing, death for life
Anger and judgment for forgiveness, blood that atones
Loneliness and incomprehension, for companionship
Distress and humiliation, blood that cleanses

And priest who intercedes, victim who substitutes
It's Jesus, the holy lamb, and I want to praise Him
Priest who intercedes, victim who substitutes
It's Jesus, the holy lamb, and I want to praise Him

And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him
And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise You

Priest who intercedes, victim who substitutes
It's Jesus, the holy lamb, and I want to praise Him
Priest who intercedes, victim who substitutes
It's Jesus, the holy lamb, and I want to praise Him

And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him
And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him
And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him
And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him
And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him
And I want to praise Him and I want to praise Him and I want to praise
Praise You