Текст песни caedmons call - Thankful
caedmons call - Thankful слова песни
I ran across an old box of lettersWhile I was baggin up some clothes for GoodwillYou know I had to laugh that the same old strugglesThat plagued me then are plaguing me stillI know the road is long from ground to gloryBut a boy can hope he`s getting some placeBut you see, I`m running from the very clothes I`m wearingAnd dressed like this I`m fit for the chase No, there is none righteousNot one who understandsThere is none who seek GodNo not one, no not one I am thankful that I`m incapableOf doing any good on my own`Cause we`re all stillborn and dead in our transgressionsWe`re shackled up to the sin we hold so dearSo what part can I play in the work of redemptionI can`t refuse, I cannot add a thing `Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voiceI stand and rub my eyes and walk to YouBecause I have no choice I am thankful that I`m incapableOf doing any good on my ownI`m so thankful that I`m incapableOf doing any good on my own It`s by grace I have been savedThrough faith it`s not my ownIt is the gift of God and not by worksLest anyone should boast