Who but You, could breathe and leave a trail
of galaxies and dream of me?
What kind of Love is writing my story
till the end with Mercy’s pen?
What kind of king would choose to wear a crown
that bleeds and scars to win my heart?
What kind of Love tells me I’m the reason
He can’t stay inside the grave?
You. Is it You?
Standing here before my eyes, every part of my heart cries
Alive! Alive! Look what Mercy’s overcome;
Death has lost and Love has won
Alive! Alive! Hallelujah, Risen Lord,
the only One I fall before
I am His because He is alive.