Thankful – Caedmon’s Call – letras

I ran across an old box of lettersWhile I was baggin up some clothes for GoodwillYou know I had to laugh that the same old strugglesThat plagued me then are plaguing me stillI know the road is long from ground to gloryBut a boy can hope he’s getting some placeBut you see, I’m running from the very clothes I’m wearingAnd dressed like this I’m fit for the chaseNo, there is none righteousNot one who understandsThere is none who seek GodNo not one, no not oneI am thankful that I’m incapableOf doing any good on my own’Cause we’re all stillborn and dead in our transgressionsWe’re shackled up to the sin we hold so dearSo what part can I play in the work of redemptionI can’t refuse, I cannot add a thing’Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voiceI stand and rub my eyes and walk to YouBecause I have no choiceI am thankful that I’m incapableOf doing any good on my ownI’m so thankful that I’m incapableOf doing any good on my ownIt’s by grace I have been savedThrough faith it’s not my ownIt is the gift of God and not by worksLest anyone should boast