I ran across an old box of letters While I was bagging 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 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 fir for the chase No, there is none righteous Not one who understands There is none who seek God No not one, no not one
Chorus 1 I am thankful that I'm incapable Of doing any good on my own
'cause we're all stillborn and dead in our trangressions 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
Chorus 2 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 that's not my own It is the gift of God and not by words Lest anyone should boast
