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de Clifton Chenier

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

I'm sick and tired of these lies, I've let 'em creep into my life
You're the Rock and I'm the sand
I held excuses like your Grace, I took advantage of the chase
But You caught me with red hands

And I know the Blood has washed me white
But this evil I can't fight
So I reckon that I'm dead, now alive

I am crucified in Christ
No good habit will suffice
But I reckon that I'm dead
With His nails I was bled

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

And I was sinning, couldn't quit, tried to die to my old wit
But dying to myself never set me free
Until I reckoned myself dead indeed to sin, like bullet lead
I was killed, Roman 6:6 to me

And I know Your Blood has sanctified
And the old man now has died
So I reckon that I'm seated up in Christ

I am crucified in Christ
No good habit will suffice
But I reckon that I'm dead
With His nails I was bled

I am crucified in Christ
Behold the new man has arrived
Without evil to his name
Now walk in freedom, not in shame

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah

You are seated as a saint
You were dead, but now you ain't
And though you might have forgot
The ransom for your soul was bought
Should you sin and then be hid when Grace abounds?
But God forbid!
'Cause you were baptized in His death
Took your spirit, soul, and breath
Like He, died and resurrected
You were there and rose perfected
By the Blood became His bride
Holy, pure, and sanctified
He who's dead is freed from sin
You are dead indeed, child, reckon yourself dead in Christ
And unto God alive!

I am crucified in Christ
No good habit will suffice
But I reckon that I'm dead
With His nails I was bled

I am crucified in Christ
Behold the new man has arrived
Without evil to his name
Now walk in freedom, not in shame

Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah