I ran across an old box of letters While I was baggin up some clothes for Goodwill You know I had to laugh that the same old struggles That plagued me then are plaguing me still I know the road is long from ground to glory But a boy can hope he's getting some place But you see, I'm running from the very clothes I'm wearing And dressed like this I'm fit for the chase
No, there is none righteous Not one who understands There is none who seek God No not one, no not one
I am thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own 'Cause we're all stillborn and dead in our transgressions We're shackled up to the sin we hold so dear So what part can I play in the work of redemption I can't refuse, I cannot add a thing
'Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voice I stand and rub my eyes and walk to You Because I have no choice
I am thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own I'm so thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own
It's by grace I have been saved Through faith it's not my own It is the gift of God and not by works Lest anyone should boast I ran across an old box of letters While I was baggin up some clothes for Goodwill You know I had to laugh that the same old struggles That plagued me then are plaguing me still I know the road is long from ground to glory But a boy can hope he's getting some place But you see, I'm running from the very clothes I'm wearing And dressed like this I'm fit for the chase
No, there is none righteous Not one who understands There is none who seek God No not one, no not one
I am thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own 'Cause we're all stillborn and dead in our transgressions We're shackled up to the sin we hold so dear So what part can I play in the work of redemption I can't refuse, I cannot add a thing
'Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voice I stand and rub my eyes and walk to You Because I have no choice
I am thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own I'm so thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own
It's by grace I have been saved Through faith it's not my own It is the gift of God and not by works Lest anyone should boast Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
