I ran across an old box of letters
   While I was baggin up some clothes for Goodwill
   You know I had to laugh that the same old struggles
   That plagued me then are plaguing me still
   I know the road is long from ground to glory
   But a boy can hope he's getting some place
   But you see, I'm running from the very clothes I'm wearing
   And dressed like this I'm fit for the chase
  
   No, there is none righteous
   Not one who understands
   There is none who seek God
   No not one, no not one
  
   I am thankful that I'm incapable
   Of doing any good on my own
   'Cause we're all stillborn and dead in our transgressions
   We're shackled up to the sin we hold so dear
   So what part can I play in the work of redemption
   I can't refuse, I cannot add a thing
  
   'Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voice
   I stand and rub my eyes and walk to You
   Because I have no choice
  
   I am thankful that I'm incapable
   Of doing any good on my own
   I'm so thankful that I'm incapable
   Of doing any good on my own
  
   It's by grace I have been saved
   Through faith it's not my own
   It is the gift of God and not by works
   Lest anyone should boast