you found my heart in a tomb
wrapped up all lifeless and bruised
i was the living dead, couldn't even lift my head

to see you enter the room
that's how it is with us all
we weren't just damaged we fell dead at the fall

only the innocent can breathe the air again
underground, over my head
i'm almost sure i'm dead, unless

you breathe life into me
i won't ever feel a dead heart beating
but you opened these blind eyes to see

that's what makes your grace amazing
no one can come to the son
unless the father compels him to come

our hearts are bottomless
if we're autonomous
why do we choose corruption?


who's equipped for replacing this heart of stone?
christ, the name that i'm calling on, calling on

he's the hope for the hopeless, ya'll
we were saved when he chose and called
where is life if it's not in the king?

you're the god giving life to all things
there's one, the son


(featuring tripp lee)
Look, you might've heard I was dead in the grave
With some shackles on my wrists, I was very enslaved To the lusts and the passions of various ways

That are found in the hearts of the dead and depraved
My sight wasn't just blurry and vague
I was blind as a bat, couldn't thoroughly gaze

At the glory of christ, or his story of life
The father said come Him but i hurried away
I was stuck couldn't choose to be found

Tell me, when the last time you seen a dead man moving around?
Couldn't buy my freedom, i was truthfully bound
Couldn't give myself sight i was shooting him down

Only the gospel of christ has the great might
Cause only the words of god can create life
Give joy, remove shackles, and replace sight

I was raised by his grace and i praise Christ, Yeah

you breathe your life into me

now i finally feel a dead heart beating
you opened these blind eyes to see
that's what makes your grace amazing