Light from my window sill,
make my way to the door
I hang my head and still,
I know You're wanting more
Over the threshold now,
I move across the yard
All that my will allows,
my every step is hard
Now in the garden I carve out six feet of space
There make my will comply,
lie down upon my face
Been toe to toe too long,
I'm tired of fighting You
I see You were too strong,
cause I am black and blue
But now I understand a losers due to win
How every dying man is sure to rise again
So I raise my left hand one,
I raise my right hand too
Under the morning sun, my spirit cries to You
