Economy - John Mark McMillan

Raise your voice

Chase away the ghosts

The pain that haunts a heart

The things we fear the most

The entropy of life

The slow decay of time

That wars against our bones

All these sinking ships

Are rolled against the wave

The raging of the tide

The tyranny of days

And sleep would chase us down

Sleep would have its way

And night would fall upon us all

But I believe You can overcome my economy

You can dig me out of the grave

I believe You can overcome my economy

You can dig me out of the grave

The weight of love

It rests upon us all

The people we’ve become

The people that we’ve known

We’re longing for a day

Arrested by a hope

That death could not foreclose upon

I believe You can overcome my economy

You can dig me out of the grave

I believe You can overcome my economy

You can dig me out of the grave

I believe You can overcome my economy

You can dig me out of the grave

I believe You can overcome my economy

Yeah, You can dig me out of the grave