I thought I was weak But I tore it down With my bare hands, now I see That I can’t fix it now I guess I was weak after all
I thought I was strong But I can’t move my arms I try not to do wrong But I only do harm I guess I was weak after all
What do I do when death hasn’t lost its sting And my life is slipping away? Do I believe that You who conquered death Can raise me from the grave?
I thought I could change But I can’t even breathe On my own, and the way You are speaking to me I guess I was weak all along
What do I do when death hasn’t lost its sting And my life is slipping away? Do I believe that You who conquered death Can raise me from the grave?
How long, O Lord, must I wait? How long before my third day? How long, O Lord, must I wait? How long before my third day?
What do I do when death hasn’t lost its sting And my life is slipping away? Do I believe that You who conquered death Can raise me from the grave? Can you raise me from the grave?