(Verse 1: timothy)

Who can resurrect your soul? A smart man can’t/

But Christ will to conduct a heart transplant/

I’m living proof of His spiritual maintanance/

I’m now revering His patience, fearing His greatness/

See all believers have truly died ourselves/

Cuz when Christ died we were crucified as well/

So our old body of sin can be done away with/

What a great gift, He’s begun the face lift/

But just as Jesus rose from the dead

We too walk in a newness of life, in union with Christ/

In the past my master was sin, it attracted my skin/

But I no longer have to give in/

His word told me He changed me with His might/

So I could be holy and blameless in His sight/

I was first regarded as that jerk He pardoned/

But I’m confident He’ll finish the work He started/

Modestly, in all honesty Christ lived flawlessly/

He’s the Molder, I’m His pottery/

He set me apart from the sons of destruction/

He’s perfecting my heart, it’s under construction/

Chorus:

Praise God if He washed your weary soul/

Then you’re a trophy of grace, a walking miracle/

Praise God if you’re a saint that is saved then/

You’re being changed by His sanctification/

Praise God if He washed your weary soul/

Then you’re a trophy of grace, a walking miracle/

Bless the Lord if you’re a saint that is saved then/

You’re being changed by His sanctification/

(Verse 2: timothy)

Christ doesn’t just save us for forgiveness of sins/

He takes us to shape us into an image of Him/

Christ fulfilled the Law, when we were doomed with Satan/

So believers get His righteousness from imputation/

Now there’s no condemnation for His consecrated/

I know the process stated seems complicated/

But it’s the Holy Spirit’s keen medication/

All by His washing and regeneration/

He takes worms and maggots and turns their habits/

I once cursed with madness I now serve with gladness/

Tell me who else can take vessels of strife/

And then transform them into stencils of Christ?/

Who else can take these random goons/

And then breathe life into abandoned tombs?/

Christ came to die, His price claimed this guy/

His grace will save, plus His might sanctifies/

As His workmanship my crew cares to please Him/

Dude there’s a reason, it’s fruit bearing season/

We receive the win, He gave His life for this/

We’d been freed from sin, we’re slaves of righteousness/

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Shai Linne)

Through faith everything that happened to Him happened to me/

I'm happy to see His majesty adapting me gradually/

I’m fabric -- He’s weaving me into His kingdom’s tapestry/

Imagine me spitting systematic theology practically/

I’m asking the question that impacted me on a major level/

How can a Holy Righteous God save a rebel?/

The mystery is priceless, His decree is like this/

Through Christ He makes the wicked positionally righteous/

No longer targets of His curses/

He takes deceivers makes em believers/

And then sets them apart for His service/

Not only just the reverends/

We need to know this brethren/

The road that get’s to heaven/

Goes through Romans 6:11/

Acknowledging that’s true what’s already occured/

Christ died to sin -- me too/

The Lord said in His Word/

In Jesus we rest/

We’ve been freed from the mess/

By the Spirit we put to death the misdeeds of the flesh/

I know my place/

That’s why I write my name in lower case/

The more I grow in His grace/

The more He shows me His face/

I thank Him and praise Him

Through His working I get to have this?/

My sanctification’s more certain then death and taxes/

(Chorus)

(Outro)

He bore our sins in His body on the cross

So we might die to sin and live to righteousness