Why must the heathen rage, why must the unrighteous live and tread on?
I have been faithful to thy statutes God and justice I see has not been carried out or done.
Why must the evil within my heart be something I must carry and overcome?
Why impart a new creation when the old is still combating for my soul?
Why sacrifice Your only begotten Son to make me whole?
Why give me grace when I bear a broken soul
Why must the heathen rage
Why drive the nails through your hands
When no one is there to take a stand
Why does the heathen rage, why must the righteous God bear my chains
I find I never will be satisfied with the answers,
Lord you still faithfully supply
You have given me life in my death and living water in my soul’s droughts.
Why must there be a battle, one that cannot be won by carnal weapons or perceived by the natural eye?
Why must the heathen rage within my heart and the unrighteous one be no other man but I?
Help me Receive Grace today, For it is all I can bear in this pain
Why Sacrifice your only Son to make me whole
Why give me grace when I bear a broken soul
Why must the heathen rage
Why drive the nails through your hands
When no else would take the stand
Why does the heathen rage, why must my Savior bear my chains
Lord give me grace, reveal your cross within my heart, rescue me from this torrential rain.
For the rain weighs heavy on my back as I collect it in Sin and death’s great vats
I dare not remove this yoke as it is this yoke that has kept me straight
It is my good works, it is the law’s weight, it is my pride, the lie that I can do this on my own
Lord I run faster, and faster to Grace’s throne
Why sacrifice The Lamb of God to make me whole?
Why care to receive my broken soul?
Why must you give me grace, why have you lifted my face
Lord as the nails were driven into your hands and feet.
The raging heathen finally found its defeat.
Why is there no more weight, why have You given me such grace?
Why has my Savior given me such grace?
Transformed To His Way 