Trophy

It's Morning, Jesus

You are the blood-stained offering for the sins of the world.
You are the sacrfice that hangs above the earth
You are the trophy of heaven that witnesses against hell.

I lift my eyes to you
And see the prize that has been won
I lift my soul to you
And you transport me across the finish line
Into the victors circle.

We are saved.
I am saved.
We are redeemed.
I am redeemed.
We are forgiven.
I am forgiven.
We are cleansed.
I am clean.

Amen