You gathered dust on our first day And breathed into us the day But scattered, scattered we returned So call us, the dust, back from the dust again Pierce the clay to deadened ears One word and vacant bones will hear Light to coffin-lidded eyes Let the grip-less grave be surprised You who lay within Have only been enwombed here The fear that preyed on us in every age That dark embarrassment our mind and tongues avoid Unleashed on Christ but by him undone Spent and exhausted on the risen One I want to know the power of what He's done A vision now of what will surely come The breath of God our life since our first day Will one day roll the fog and stone away Pierce the clay to deadened ears One word and vacant bones will hear Light to coffin-lidded eyes Let the grip-less grave be surprised You who lay within Have only been enwombed here