The fleeting hours of mourning come

But soon pass away

The thought of laying 'neath a slab

Seems an unenticing gray

Life as it is, life as it was

The difference in dark and light

The only way to truly live is to

Let my flesh die



Romans 6 tells me I'm a slave

A slave of righteousness

My carnal mind tells me

From sin there will be no rest

Because of sacrificial rights

I now stand not condemned

Once a slave to mortality

I now reckon myself dead



I've reckoned myself dead

I've been entombed



Knowing this, that our old man

Was crucified with him

That the body of sin might be done away with

We should no longer be enslaved to sin

We are not to live as the damned