Dirt rests beneath the nails of these coffin hands, I didn't think I'd ever open them again

I held the hammer that drove the nails into your flesh

But from the outpouring of Your Spirit, You corroded my grip

The hand that pushed me under is the same that pulled me up. If this is my cleansing, then in this grace I'll drown

You let Noah be the first to show

You baptized the earth to let Your love grow

Then Your dove returned bringing with it Your evidence

You said the same for what Your Spirit represents

Being washed in the water is your watermark, your mark of rebirth

But the Devil will always rather leave you stranded

Drown out the death in me

Pull me under ‘til I learn to breathe

With your lips pressed on mine, breathe new life

Good God, bury me under the sea

Pull me up

Leave Your Spirit's mark on me