Justice Songtext
von Eight Passengers

I don′t understand you, Lord
The way that you judge the world
You must punish all our sins
Your justice send us to hell
Out of loving sacrifice
You sent your Son to pay the price
Killed upon the cursed tree
He died the death of sin for me

Your judgments are perfect they way they are made
No one can argue the way that you played
The pieces are right
Your plans all airtight
Your justice demands death as a result of sin
In a fair fight with your righteousness
There's not a man who could win


Your justice demanded we pay the price
Instead of mine, your son gave his life
We come in peace to paradise
His gift to us was enough to suffice
Made the church his bride

Your judgments are perfect they way they are made
No one can argue the way that you played
The pieces are right
Your plans all airtight
Your justice demands death as a result of sin
In a fair fight with your righteousness
There′s not a man who could win


For if we deliberately sin after receiving the knowledge of the truth
There no longer remains a sacrifice for sins
But a terrifying expectation of judgment and the fury of a fire about to consume the Adversaries
If anyone disregards Moses' law
He dies without mercy
Based on the testimony of two or three witnesses
How much worse punishment do you think one will deserve who has trampled on the Son of God
Regarded as profane the blood of the covenant by which he was sanctified
And insulted the Spirit of grace
For we know the One who has said
Vengeance belongs to Me, I will repay, and again
The Lord will judge His people
It is a terrifying thing to fall into the hands of the living God
Hebrews 10:26-31