Empty picture frames To commemorate All these trophies That I can't take Empty pedestals to display My works that cannot save Looking for value in worldly things I can't shake this feeling That I have to be enough It's keeping me from seeing your face I can't rest without Grace Grace Grace I'm in need of Your Grace Grace Grace Nothing in my hands I bring Simply to the cross I cling Nothing in my hands I bring Simply to the cross I cling So let the dead Bury the dead For He has come To give us life Undeserved favor His empty tomb Opens our graves We don't truly live Apart from His grace His empty tomb Opens our graves We don't truly live Apart from His grace I'm in need of Your Grace Grace Grace I'm in need of Your Grace Grace Grace I have learned to kiss the wave That throws me against Your grace I have learned to kiss the wave That throws me against Your grace Repent Turn from your Idols Continue in sin no more Wretched As we are Grace abounds all the more Repent Turn from your Idols Continue in sin no more Wretched As we are Grace abounds all the more Repent Turn from your Idols Continue in sin no more Wretched As we are Grace abounds all the more