Dead men's bones

Teach me to care and not to care as I rest in you each day

I am risen from my grave as on my knees I pray

For I tend to crawl back into my comfortable tomb

When I believe the things dead men despair of in their doom.

For when I court fleshly desires and the schemes of men

I entertain the pleasures of a world that's lost in sin

I so much as say what Christ did was not enough for me.

I ask him to crawl back up again upon that cursed tree...

But since he came to tabernacle now within this place

Even among the bone of dead men I can find his grace

For he clothes my bones with glory and my life he consecrates

And in my deceitful heart he places heaven's gates.

I will enter his gates with thanksgiving nad his courts with praise

For heaven hoilds an open door that's placed and in me stays

And this has been made possible by what he planned to do

By making death a part of life so he could die for you.