Jesus, My Advocate and Defense

When accusations rise like walls, and shadows whisper I should fall, I have an anchor

for my soul, a perfect plea that makes me whole. Not my own name, but Yours alone,

the scars You wear, the throne You own. Before the throne, I stand secure. Your righteousness

is my defense. The final word, the only cure, my Savior and my Advocate.

Jesus, You're enough. No tongue can bring a charge to stand against the mercy

You have planned. The Judge Himself has taken my place and sealed my life with endless grace.

Not my own name, but Yours alone, the scars You wear, the throne You own. Before the throne,

I stand secure. Your righteousness is my defense. The final word, the only cure,