2nd Corinthians 5:17

I’ve worn away my hands so raw

Tryin to break through

This battered coffin casing me

This grave that I fell to

It’s dark and I can barely breathe—

The world is pressing down on me—

I grope for what I cannot see—

A man is down on bended knee—

He’s calling me…

I break the coffin holding fast

And breathe in winter air

The wind is thick with twisting ghosts

The graveyard’s cold and bare

It’s dark and I can barely breathe—

The world is pressing down on me—

I grope for what I cannot see—

A man is down on bended knee—

He’s calling me…

The spirits try to pull me back

As I rise from the dead

They’re heavy and they hinder me

They weigh my heart with dread

It’s dark and I can barely breathe—

The world is pressing down on me—

I grope for what I cannot see—

A man is down on bended knee—

He’s calling me…

I won’t go back to where I was

Not when I can see

There’s someone standing at the fence

Waiting there for me

It’s dark and I can barely breathe—

The world is pressing down on me—

I grope for what I cannot see—

A man is down on bended knee—

He’s calling me…

The sea is cresting in his eyes

His hands are like the sun

And when I reach him, standing there

I know my victory’s won.

It’s dark and I can barely breathe—

The world is pressing down on me—

I grope for what I cannot see—

A man is down on bended knee—

He’s holding me…

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