Caedmon's Call: Thankful

You know, I ran across
An old box of letters
While I was bagging up some clothes for Goodwill

And 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 the 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
I said no not one

So 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

So I am thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own
I said 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 that's not my own
It is the gift of God and not by works
Lest anyone should boast

And so I am thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own
I said I'm so thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own

I said I am thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own
I said I'm so thankful that I'm incapable
Of doing any good on my own