Am I yet Alive

Am I Yet Alive - Preson Phillips

Into the hovels of the poor

Into the dens of earthly mite

Into the streets of dark

Where homeless groan

God speaks

Because the mighty stand so straight

Flattering tongues and secret hate

Because the Godly ones are absent

God will speak

Because the mother lost her child

Because the elder lost his way

Both have lost a future

Once alive and now laid waste

For the man who's head is clear

Just long enough to get a drink

For the orphan knowing not from where he speaks

I come alive Grace has won me over

As hope survives my soul has found it's lover

A love collides as He becomes my sufferer

And am I yet alive

To the hopeless we bring stories of a man

Who conquered death

To the lost we bring the way

And light your path

To the wealthy we bring freedom from the life

That's spent in waste

There is rest to find among a world of haste

I come alive Grace has won me over

As hope survives

My soul has found it's lover

A love collides

As he becomes my sufferer

And am I yet alive

Yet alive

If we will not hear then take our hearing

If we don't see then take our eyes

May Your wrath be swift to conquer

Purging death if'er it thrives

And if our dullness ever growing

Will not give way embracing lies

Then take our lives

Take our lives

I come alive Grace has won me over

As hope survives

My soul has found it's lover

A love collides

As he becomes my sufferer

And am I yet alive

Yet alive