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