Dale Lloyd

From the cross He cried, “It is finished”—
the final sacrifice for sin.
With that, the veil was torn wide open,
and all were invited in.

The Lamb of God was slain to take
away our shame and sin;
we enter now not by our works,
but by faith alone in Him.

This is the place we lay it down,
where perfect freedom now abounds,
where nothing but His grace is found—
a grace far greater than our wrong,
a grace that writes a brand-new song.

And so I lift my heart and sing:
every word, every note,
a testimony unto Him.

This alone will be my claim:
the sinless Lamb of God once slain,
now risen—never to die again.

For now He reigns on heaven’s throne,
yet calls us still to be His own.
He lifts us—not by might or claim—
but by the power of His own Name.

This is the proof we rest within:
not power seized, nor crowns above,
but hearts held fast in wonderous grace—
the gentle reign of perfect love.