You made me alive when I was dead in trespasses
The passion of Christ left my sin in the past tense
Every good and perfect gift comes from Your hand
You set me back on course when I run from Your plan
No excuse to refuse to lift my voice
Because the Gospel is true, there's always reason to rejoice
And that don't mean that my sorrow is inconspicuous
But when I grieve, I got a greater joy in the midst of it
The joy of knowing I will see You face to face
And it's all to the praise of Your glorious grace
Entrusted to the Dirt 