You are good beyond my highest thought
But I'm poor, I am wretched, I am blind.
My lips are ready to confess my sin
But my heart is slow to feel the pulls to change
I have fallen short
I have cursed Your Name
Sin has been my word
Death will be my wage
Only You can raise a dead man
From the grave
Only You can cause a rebel
To walk in Your ways
So i come
Desperate for Your grace
My eyes have seen Your law is beautiful
And joyful are the ones who keep Your ways
Yet I sin again and break the heart
Of the Spirit who dwells in me by Your grace
I have fallen short
I have cursed Your Name
Sin has been my word
Death will be my wage
Only You can raise a dead man
From the grave
Only You can cause a rebel
To walk in Your ways
So I come
Desperate for Your grace
Only You can raise a dead man
From the grave
Only You can cause a rebel
To walk in Your ways
So I come
Desperate for Your grace...
I'm desperate for Your grace.
Mercy, mercy
Take my sin from me
Mercy God have mercy
To the cross I cling
Mercy, mercy
Take my sin from me
Mercy, mercy
To the cross I cling
Only You can raise a dead man
From the grave
Only You can cause a rebel
To walk in Your ways
So I come
Desperate for Your grace

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