.:: Thankful ::. You know I ran across An old box of letters When I was bagging up some clothes for goodwill But you know I had to laugh At the same old struggles That plagued me then are plaguing me still 'Cause I know the road is long From the 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 You know there is none righteous Not one who understands There is none who seeks God no not one No not one So I am thankful that I'm incapable of doing any good on my own yeah Said I'm so thankful that I'm incapable of doing any good on my own yeah 'Cause we're all still-born Dead in our transgressions Shackled up to the sin we hold so dear What part can I play In the work of redemption 'Cause I can't refuse and I cannot add a thing 'Cause I am just like Lazarus And I can hear your voice And I stand and rub my eyes and walk to you Because I have no choice 'Cause it's by grace I have been saved And through faith it's not my own It is a gift of God and not by works Lest anyone should boast
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