Since God defines what goodness is,
There is no law which counters His,
Our faith fathers obedience,
To our greater authority.
Both Earth and Heaven lock in spar,
To claim us as their rightful heir,
Yet faith determines who you are,
And what is your identity.
A sinner’s passive to the truth,
A saint will always grace pursue,
Our faith will guide the things we do,
And follow God’s called destiny.
Where rain will never fall,
Where rivers never flow,
The land will stall and dry,
The fields will slowly die.
Where sun will never rise,
Where moon will never gleam,
The beasts with cries will cease,
While people scream and freeze.
Where scripture is not preached,
This scene is worst of all,
With vision leached men flee,
Seek self, the Fall, and blasphemy.
The Law, though written into stone,
Could not be etched in our stone hearts.
And so the Lord made His law flesh,
When Christ embodied righteousness.
His heart of flesh He now imparts,
His law within the ones He owns.
And though the Father knows all things,
And though His Law makes our sins bare,
Yet He does not remember them.
The Law in us does not condemn,
Its nearness births in us a share,
As heirs to the Eternal King.