Here in the age of power, I'm calling out from weakness
Far from Your heart and yet, You're not too far to reach us
Carried us when our legs were broken
Bodies and the wind knocked out from our lungs
And yet we have the gall to cry for Barabbas
Then turn our eyes, then turn our ears
Sorry to grieve You, God
Sorry to grieve You, God
Here in the age of grace, did we forget forgiveness?
Don't let us trade the Cross for temples made of comfort
Carried us in open arms, bound and broken
Body and the wind knocked out from Your lungs
And yet You had the will to cry out, "Forgive them"
Then close Your eyes, then wipe our tears
How could I thank You, God?
How could I thank You, God?
Good grief, Your love for us, fearless and fierce
For all of death's grievances, the wage has been cleared
And nothing could stop You, then and now here
And nothing I do can undo what You did
So I'm done with the running, I'm done with these chains
Lord, here I surrender for all of my days
I just want to praise You, God
I just want to praise You, God
Oh, You are my mercy, You are my hope
You are the song that my soul can't withhold
At home in Your presence, what will I behold?
A greater reward than streets made of gold
Between us just Heaven; at last, face to face
Will I hear "Well done"?
I just wanna please You, God
I just wanna please You, God
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