You Made a Way - Matt Gilman

By the crimson stain upon Your robe

With every nail with every pounding blow

By every stripe and every bruise upon Your back

I can hear You crying out

Father I desire that they would be

That they would be with me to see my glory

You took all my shame and my iniquity

For the sake of freedom You set me free

You made a way for me to enter the holy place

You made a way for me to enter the holy place

I am Yours, You are mine

And we’ll be together forever