L y r i c s

Recreated

Familiar

This secret I’m hiding

A crushing burden I’m carrying

Why would I spend so much time

In this state of mind

I will be recreated

And glorified

Out of this body of death

You promised me

Your light, the only mirror I’ll need

What is it

That I think about

Will it bear fruit of peace and life

I’ve found the courage to believe

In a new identity

So I take the mirror off the wall

And let you win

You’ll win the war

You’ll win the war

And you’ll transform

Those who come

Confessing Jesus is God

Glorified

Out of this body of death

Your light, the only mirror I’ll need

Or will I let it destroy me

Until I am completely deceived

Underneath My skin

There is a soul

I have been a fool to think

That I can be perfected by my flesh

Though I’m made of the dust

Soon I’ll be like you

I will be recreated

And glorified

Out of this body of death

You promised me

Your light, the only mirror I’ll need