Alive (from The Story) - Natalie Grant

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?

Only you

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

I am his because he is

Emmanuel, the promised king

The baby who made angels sing

Son of man who walked with us

Healing, breathing in our dust

The author of all history

The answer to all mysteries

The lamb of God who rolled away

The stone in front of every grave

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

Who could speak

And send the demons back from where they came

With just one name?

What other heart

Would let itself to be broken every time

Until he healed mine?

You, only you

Could turn my darkness into dawn

Running right into your arms

I am His because He is

Emmanuel, the promised king

The baby who made angels sing

Son of man who walked with us

Healing, breathing in our dust

The Author of all history

The answer to all mysteries

The lamb of God who rolled away

The stone in front of every grave

I am his because he is

Emmanuel, the promised king

The baby who made angels sing

Son of man who walked with us

Healing, breathing in our dust

The author of all history

The answer to all mysteries

The lamb of God who rolled away

The stone in front of every grave