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