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Alive

have you heard of the new(ish) album, "The Story"? well, it's a compilation of many songs and artists, and each one sings from the perspective of a specific person in Scripture. it's chronological through the Bible, and the idea is to tell a story through the music. thee Story

this particular song is by Natalie Grant, and she's singing as Mary Magdalene. it's called "Alive".




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.

Alive, Alive
Look what Mercy's overcome
Death has lost and Love has won!

Alive, Alive
Halleujah, 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 be broken every time
until He healed mine?

You. only You
could turn my darkness into dawn
running right into your arms

Alive, Alive
Look what Mercy's overcome
Death has lost and Love has won!

Alive, Alive!
Halleujah, Risen Lord
the only one I fall before

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!

Halleujah

I am His
because He is
Alive

Alive

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