You have known the love of God,
He’s called you to His throne.
The law of death is crucified,
His life is now your own.

Yet flesh appeals through painful cry,
“Do not forget my needs!”
You hear the whispers of a lie,
“Have you been truly freed?”

Oh, wretched man, the law of sin has governed you too long.
Are your desires held through trial?
Oh, wretched man, your spirit grieves the work that you have done.
Who will deliver you?
Who will deliver the defiled?

There is a man of love divine
Who came to earth to die.
He asks that you would follow Him
And know eternal life.

These things I do desire to see
But I cannot find the will.
Yet even from upon the tree
He smiles upon me still.

“Oh, wretched man, the law of sin has governed you too long.
You know your freedom has been won.
Oh, wretched man, your spirit aches as proof of what I’ve done.
I have delivered you.
I have delivered you, my son.”