Felix Culpa - Kings Kaleidoscope

Turn the lights on, look at what I have

See the twisted trophies of a dead man

Countless stories tell of sin and pain

But they sing the sweetness of my Savior’s grace

I’m a torn man, spirit fighting flesh

There’s a battle raging deep in my chest

And all that haunts me, all that leaves a stain

Only sings the sweetness of my Savior’s grace

A fortunate fall

My sins are stories of grace to recall

A fortunate fall

I glory in my sins forgiven

Jesus bought me, and now I am His

Dying with Him, in His death I now live

And all my vices, to which I was chained

Only speak the sweetness of my Savior’s grace

A fortunate fall

My sins are stories of grace to recall

A fortunate fall

I glory in my sins forgiven

And still I’m a wicked, wretched man

I do everything I hate

I am fighting to be God

I seethe and claw and thrash and shake

I have killed and stacked the dead

On a throne from which I reign

In the end I just want blood

And with His blood my hands are stained

See the God who reigns on high

He has opened His own veins

From His wounds a rushing torrent

That can wash it all away

Grace upon grace

Upon grace upon grace

Grace, oh!

Grace upon grace upon grace

Grace upon grace upon grace

Fall, it’s a fortunate fall