Outlaw (Unchained)

If loving like
Jesus makes me an outlaw
Then carve my name and singing
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
And music then
I want to be an outlaw
They say our faith is a wild
Fire 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, a
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 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
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 wrong is right
But saints stand firm in the fiercest night.
A lamp still burns in the outlaws' fight, for heaven
Claims its own
So, let the powers rage and roar.
God's outlaws rise forevermore
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
IF KINDNESS is treason, then brand me a rebel.
If peace is sedition
I'll trouble the devil.
If preaching is
Freedom and shaking the throne
Then mark me guilty.
I'm already
Disowned, for no law written by
Trembling men can silence the cross or the empty tomb.
Amen
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
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 arms
Then let me
BE GUILTY
I WANT TO BE AN OUTLAW
I want to be an outlaw