With every breath I take, with every heartbeat,
Sunrise and the moonlights in the dark street.
Every glance, every dance, every note of a song,
It's all a gift undeserved that I shouldn't have known.
Every day that I lie, every moment I covet,
I'm deserving to die, I'm just earning your judgment.
I, without the cross there's only condemnation.
If Jesus wasn't executed there's no celebration.
So in times that are good, in times that are bad,
For any times that I've had it all, I will be glad.
And I will boast in the cross. I'll boast in my pains.
I will boast in the sunshine, boast in his reign.
