Song Lyrics

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© Bob Barra, 3-30-07

Verse:
I am greatly quickened
To reach out unto you;
Speak of love, grace-thickened
Unchanging and so true;

I have a blade so very sharp
Deep inside of me;
His love in my heart,
That seeks to cut you free;

Chorus:
Sword of the Lord,
But not to wipe you out;
A sword to pierce the gourd
Of your God-made heart;

Sword of the Lord;
A loving surgery,
By the Son Adored
To blot the Perjury;

Verse:
This same Sword fought for all
Two millennia past;
Cut itself to take our fall
Our curse on Him He cast;

Soon the Sword will move again,
To cut the enemy;
The father of our sin
Will not gain the Mercy;

Repeat Chorus

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