Shunned At A Funeral - Outlaw

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.
They 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 wrongness right, but saints stand firm in the fiercest night.
A lamp still burns in the outlaw's fight, for heaven and singing claims its own.
So, let the powers rage and roar,
God's outlaws rise forevermore.
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