Broken men are delivered from their bondage to sin. The hardest hearts break in
surrender, and heaven conquers once again. So I lay down my life for the world to see
that there was only one who could break the chains that bound me.

Call me a fool for this stand, but I would die for that man. My King is alive! My King is
alive! Call me a fool for this stand, but I would die for that man. My King is alive! My
King is alive! And He is worthy of everything.

I know I’m not the only one who felt the hands of death. But I have found the only one

who can restore this life. I am convinced He can save you, because I was once in
need of a savior. So, in this moment, I declare, for the lost and the hopeless: deliverer,
deliver us.

Here I stand, unashamed. Call me a fool for this stand, but I would die for that man.
My King is alive! My King is alive! Call me a fool for this stand, but I would die for that
man. My King is alive! My King is alive! And I will hold fast to the profession of my hope,
because he who promised is faithful. Time and time again, in my weakness, He’s
been strong for me. I’ve not just heard about Him, I’ve heard Him. I’ve not just seen
evidence of Him, I’ve seen Him. He’s alive, and He’s conquered the grave once and for
all.