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Shunned at a Funeral

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Mm, yeah-yeah

I believe what the old saints carry

What the blood-stained martyrs sang

I believe in the son of Mary

Born while the angels rang

I believe in the word made breathing

God in flesh and bone and skin

I believe he walked among us

Yet never bowed to sin

I believe that a virgin bore him

Bethlehem heard heaven cry

I believe that the world ignored him

Still the stars knew who passed by

I believe he touched the leper

Called the dead man from the grave, oh

I believe he shamed the tempter

Came to seek and came to save

I believe the tree was chosen

I believe the tomb was sealed

I believe the stone was broken

I believe the king revealed

You can call me radical, radical

Out too far and fanatical

But I'm standing where the apostles stood

On the word and the cross and the crimson flood

You can call me radical, radical

Old time, backwards and impractical

But I won't trade truth for a world gone cynical

You call it radical

My God calls it biblical

I believe that the lamb was slaughtered

Son of God upon the tree

I believe from his side came water

Blood that bought the chains off me

I believe on the third day morning

Death, get dragged into the light

I believe when the grave started morning

Christ walked out and ended night

I believe he is interceding, crowned above all thrones and kings

I believe he'll come in glory, judge of all created things

You can call me radical, radical

Out too far and fanatical

But I'm standing where the apostles stood

On the word and the cross and the crimson flood

You can call me radical, radical

Old time, backwards and impractical

But I won't trade truth for a world gone cynical

You call it radical

My God calls it biblical

I believe God made the image bearers

Male and female, called them good

I believe a man leaves, father, mother

Holds his bride as husband should

I believe the womb is a wonder

Life is known before first breath

I believe the least are honored

Not disposable unto death

I believe no tribe outranks another

No bloodline buys the mercy seat

Jew and Greek and slave and brother

Kneel as one at Jesus feet

One lord, one faith, one holy name

One blood, one cross, one empty grave

One bride, one hope, one king above

One body bound by sovereign love

Not by fashion, not by fear

Not by every itching ear

Let God be true when the world gets loud

I won't bow down to the passing crowd

You can call me radical, radical

Out too far and fanatical

But I'm standing where the apostles stood

On the word and the cross and the crimson flood

You can call me radical, radical

Old time, backwards and impractical

But I won't trade truth for a world gone cynical

You call it radical

My God calls it biblical

My God calls it biblical (radical, radical)

Radical (radical, radical)

Call it what you will

Written by: Ethan Howard

Rodapé Shazam

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