Shunned At A Funeral - Outlaw

If loving like
Jesus makes me an outlaw
Then carve my name into
And singing] that old cross beam
If mercy is a crime, I'll break every law
For grace runs and music
Deeper than any regime
If truth is and singing
Forbidden and hope is a flaw then
I want to be an outlaw
And singing
They say our faith is a wildfire spark
A dangerous sign in the gathering dark
They fear the light, so they guard the dark, but they can't
Bind what the righteous sing.
They lock
The book, but the truth breaks free
They chain the hands, but they can't
Chain me.
For the word runs
Wild like a desert breeze, of freedom on the wing
If loving souls is hate to them
Then let love break the gates again
If loving like
Jesus makes me an
Outlaw, then carve my name into that old
Cross beam.
If mercy is a crime, I'll
Break every law.
For grace runs deeper
Than any regime.
If truth is
Forbidden and hope is a flaw then
I want to be an outlaw
They might write new rules on the shifting sand, declare his name
Contraband, but
I won't bow to the laws
Of man.
My
King outranks their throne
They call good evil and wrong
As right, but saints stand firm
In the fiercest night.
A lamp still
Burns in the outlaw's fight, for heaven
Claims its own
So, let the powers rage and roar.
God's outlaws rise forever more
If and singing] loving like jesus
Makes me an outlaw, then carve my name
Into that old crossbeam.
If
Mercy's a crime, I'll break
Every law, for grace runs deeper than
Any regime.
If truth is
Forbidden and hope is a flaw then
I want to be an outlaw
If kindness is treason, then
Brand me a rebel in pieces.
Sedition
I'll trouble
The devil if preaching is freedom and shaking the throne, then mark me guilty.
I'm already his own
But no law and man's trembling hand
Can silence the cross or the empty tomb's amen
If loving like
Jesus makes me an outlaw
Then carve my name into that old crossbeam.
If mercy's a crime, I'll
Break every law, for grace runs deeper
And singing] than any regime.
If
Truth is forbidden and hope is a flaw then
I want to be an outlaw.
No
If loving like
Jesus makes me an outlaw
Then chain these hands, but they still
Will praise.
If faith is a
Felony, strike me and
I'll
Serve my savior all
Of my days.
If they call it treason to stand in his army, then
Let me be guilty
I want to be an outlaw
If loving like
Jesus makes me an
Outlaw, then call my name into the courts they fear.
If speaking his
Truth is crossing the line then
I'll cross it bold
I'll cross [screaming
It clear oh oh