Grace Wins sing and play along

In my weakest moment, I see You

shaking Your head in disgrace.

I can read the disappointment written all over Your face.

Here come those whispers in my ear,

saying, "Who do you think you are?

Looks like you're on your own from here,

'cause grace could never reach that far.

But in the shadow of that shame,

beat down by all the blame,

I hear You call my name,

saying, "It's not over."

And my heart starts to beat so loud now,

drowning out the doubt.

I'm down, but I'm not out.

There's a war between guilt and grace,

and they're fighting for a sacred space.

But I'm living proof:

grace wins ev'ry time.

No more lying down in death's defeat.

Now I'm rising up in victory,

singing: Hallelujah!

Grace wins ev'ry time.

Words can't describe the way it feels when mercy floods a thirsty soul,

the broke inside begins to heal

and grace returns what guilty stole.

And in the shadow of my shame,

beat down by all the blame,

I hear You call my name,

saying, "It's not over."

And my heart starts to beat so loud now,

drowning out the doubt.

I'm down, but I'm not out.

There's a For the prodigal son,

grace wins.

For the woman at the well,

grace wins.

For the blind man and the beggar,

grace wins.

For always and forever, grace wins.

For the lost out on the street,

grace wins.

For the worst part of you and me,

grace wins.

For the thief on the cross,

grace wins.

For a world that is lost.

There's a war between guilt and grace,

and they're fighting for a sacred space.

But I'm living proof:

grace wins ev'ry time.

No more lying down in death's defeat.

Now I'm rising up in victory,

singing: Hallelujah!

Grace wins ev'ry time,

ev'ry time.

Yeah, I'm living proof:

grace wins ev'ry time.