I was hollow and closed, in the morning I could not see
Your beloved goodness rained itself out on me
I raged against You like a river on a stone
But against that tidal wave, I am overthrown
Mercy, mercy, mercy
Well I was tossed in the wealthy
And leaning on myself
I played that religion card; I put Jesus on a shelf
Born into darkness I kept putting off the grave
Oh yeah, thinking my own goodness could get me through heaven's gates
I beg You to come and take away all my ancient fears
This bloodied history we all cling onto so dear
All around me was a blinded fantasy. the truth in the mirror of a foul vanity
You walk upon heaven, You walked upon the earth
You brought me my salvation; for me, a second birth
You took my broken cross up to cavalry
You sang my redemption song, well hang it on my tree