The only thing worse than killing a man

organ, mystery revealing, guitar, vocals mixed, mello tone

I have a Father, who's heart is all about me
He sent his son, to take my sin, and purchase life to be
This world's god is out to kill us, to ruin all that's been made
To take lives most important joy, a peace, a love, our lives to trade

Chorus
The only thing worse than killing a man, is taking his life. 
The only sentence worth doing time for is being set free.  
There's only one whose done as he should, and got him self nail into wood.
But room for miracles, can only God make, especially while, all our lives are at stake

We're not here to fend alone. To make our way around 
To feel all lost, alone and without care
Where troubles come worse abound.
When Jesus walked upon the earth, his Father showed the way
His living Son, the Son of God, had to say
The things we knew, the words God spoke, through prophets long before
And kings, And prophets, filled with his Spirit, 
Made known before he was born.

Chorus
The only thing worse than killing a man, is taking his life. 
The only sentence worth doing time for is being set free.  
There's only one whose done as he should, and got him self nailed into wood.
But room for miracles, can only God make, especially while, all our lives are at stake

So to end things nicely, God sets things tightly,
Will earth still maintain it's passiones appeal?
These days soon do end, and then starts the real
It's heaven I'm told. Where we'll see all our kin, 
the young and the old, the ancient and bold.

Chorus

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The only thing worse than killing a man, is taking his life. The only sentence worth doing time for is being set free. There's only one whose done as he should, and got him self nail into wood. But room for miracles, can only God make, especially while, all our lives are at stake I have a Father, who's heart is all about me He sent his son, to take my sin, and purchase life to be This world's god is out to kill us, to ruin all that's been made To take lives most important joy, a peace, a love, our lives to trade Chorus The only thing worse than killing a man, is taking his life. The only sentence worth doing time for is being set free. There's only one whose done as he should, and got him self nail into wood. But room for miracles, can only God make, especially while, all our lives are at stake We're not here to fend alone. To make our way around To feel all lost, alone and without care Where troubles come worse abound. When Jesus walked upon the earth, his Father showed the way His living Son, the Son of God, had to say The things we knew, the words God spoke, through prophets long before And kings, And prophets, filled with his Spirit, Made known before he was born. Chorus The only thing worse than killing a man, is taking his life. The only sentence worth doing time for is being set free. There's only one whose done as he should, and got him self nailed into wood. But room for miracles, can only God make, especially while, all our lives are at stake So to end things nicely, God sets things tightly, Will earth still maintain it's passiones appeal? These days soon do end, and then starts the real It's heaven I'm told. Where we'll see all our kin, the young and the old, the ancient and bold. Chorus The only thing worse than killing a man, is taking his life. The only sentence worth doing time for is being set free. There's only one whose done as he should, and got him self nail into wood. But room for miracles, can only God make, especially while, all our lives are at stake

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