He in the age of power
I'm calling out from weakness
Far from your heart, and yet
You're not too far to reach us

Carried us when our legs broken
Bodies and the wind knocked out from our lungs
And yet we have the gall to cry for Barrabbás
Then turn our eyes, the turn our ears

Sorry to grieve You, God
Sorry to grieve You, God

Here in the age of grace
Did we forget forgiveness?
Don't let us trade the Cross
For temples made of comfort

Carried us in open arms bound and broken
Body and the wind knocked out from your lungs
And yet You had the will to cry out: Forgive them
Then close your eyes
And wipe our tears
How could I thank you, God?

Good grief, Your love for us
Fearless and fierce
For all of death's grievances
The wager's been cleared
Nothing could stop You
Then and now here
And nothing I do can undo what You did
So I'm done with the running
I'm done with these chains
Lord, her I surrender
For all of my days

I just want to praise You, God
I just want to praise You, God

Oh, You are my mercy
You are my hope
You are the song that my soul can't withhold
At home in Your presence
What will I behold?
A greater reward tham streets made of gold
Between us just heaven
At last face to face
Will I hear 'well done'?

I just want to please You, God
I just want to please You, God