Back in Your Good Graces

Oh when I woke up I couldn’t taste this life
and in that moment
I feared I’d never see that bright bright light
and now my bones are cold
and there’s a weight around my soul
won’t you mind my prayer
I’ll speak it loud so you can hear

I want to be back in your good graces
I want to fly up from far darkened places
back to the saints
and the angels up on glories mound
no more to roam forever on this fallen ground

Lord please adorn me
with sweet reclamation
then I’ll be deathless in time where there’s no pace and
I’ve drank from Satans cup and waded in unholy waters
now this my dying vow I want you as my eternal father