Can't believe it
Didn't deserve it
Or earn it
Or work for it
I'm certain
Sin forgiven
Cause he died up on the cross
Rose Sunday
My mind transformed
I'm yours
Called in all sorts
For his cause
It's all yours
Don't hit pause
There's more Lord
I need ya
The world needs the risen Lord because
I'm sore from all
This world's poor form
It's torn
Son came back
When the world left him lying high and dry
Life sapped
Money out
Friends out
Fun's out
Shame in
Blame's in
Stuck in sin
Till he
Remembered his dad
The love he had
Well surely he'd take him back
As a farm hand
He plans the sad trip back
Making tracks
Road's been hard
Heart fills
But over the hill
Dad's waiting
Tears spill
Dad's running
He's beating his heart
Dad's coming
He's caught in his arms
Eyes flooding
Cuz there's nothing
Not something
Dad won't forgive
And then something
Because he's loving
Comes running
Bringing us back
Lost running
So stop running
Start trusting
Start loving
Start living in the light of his grace