there’s a shadow in my body
and it moves through every cell
the echo of a memory
of a different kind of self
it dances in my marrow
and in every fold of grey
there’s a death that we’ve been promised
and a harder death we make

o God, it’s like i’m talking in my sleep
and i can’t find the words i need
You say that i should die to me
just tell me how to keep it clean

resurrection’s rolling through me
the pow’r to live again
the echo of a promise
of a different kind of end
but i keep misdirecting
the life You give to the life i left
no, dying’s not the problem
it’s trying to stay dead

o God, it’s like i’m talking through my teeth
and i can’t find the words i mean
how am i supposed to die to me
when it’s the only thing i’ve been?
o God, it’s like i’m talking in my sleep
and i can’t find the words i need
how am i supposed to die to me
when it’s the only thing i’ve been?

there’s a fracture in my thinking
a crack i can’t close
the echo of an image
of a different kind of hope
i think i’ve been assuming
there’s a secret to be known
but knowing’s not the problem
it’s wanting to be Known

o God, it’s like i’m talking in my sleep
with my tongue caught behind my teeth
but i’m inclined to believe
You’ve given me the Word i need