Like a scarecrow outstanding in a field
A lifeless corpse of straw
Hanging dead upon the cross
I am an outstanding sinner
Outstanding in a field the birds don't fear me
Hardly noticing I exist
Why do I feel so alive?
I am an outstanding sinner
Where sin is increasing grace is increasing more
I am no longer a slave to sin
Dead in His death yet alive in His life to God
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