turning.

i was marked a dead man;
singing an old song of
ruin and graves,
but for the glory of You,
You made me new.

tightly bound and all around,
undress me of this sinful wrapping.
the stench of death has
lingered heavily,
but Savior,
lead me into places heavenly.

You’ve set me free and
i’m alive, let me sing a new song
of my Christ crucified;
to take my place and make me whole.

let me turn from the grave and
seek the Holy.