Lowly - Wolves At The Gate

Prisoned am I to this shell of the dust

It speaks of only fiction that I could never trust

Captured alive in this sinful estate

Vexed am I to see I do the things that I hate

Rip out the framework leave no stone unturned

Until my heart forgets all that my flesh ever learned

Tear down the structure till nothing is left

God deliver me from this body of death

O wretched man, wretched man that I am

Lowly man, who can save such a wretch that I am?

Who can save such a man?

O wretched man, wretched man that I am

Lowly man, who can save such a wretch that I am?

Who can save such a man?

In light of this truth: «There is no good in me»

It causes all my soul to long for liberty

Be freed from my lies of death, spared from the shame

No more this sinner’s breath forsaking your name

I will be free

I will be free

I will, I will be free

Freed from my lies of death, spared from the shame

No more this sinner’s breath forsaking your name

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

O blessed man, blessed man that I am

Lowly man!

You have saved such a wretch that I am

Blessed man that I am, lowly man!

You have saved such a man!