collection of imperfections
Picking up dust in my soul
I met a savior who said I'll trade your rust
I came alive when we switched places
I traded my brokenness for holiness
He took my cross and gave me grace
My bad decisions, for his forgiveness
It seemed too good to be true
My guilt for glory, he suffered for me
I came alive when we switched places
I traded my brokenness for holiness
He took my cross and gave me grace
Death for new life, blindness for sight
I traded the grave for a place in the sky
All of my debt for His promises
He did it for me and for you
I came alive when we switched places
I traded my brokenness for holiness
He took my cross and gave me
The white, blissful sight
I traded the grace for a place in the sky
Distant the ice, but it is for a sign
I'll trade you the grief for
Distant the ice, but it is for a
I'll trade you the grief for a grace in the sky
