(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