Heralds

Check my pulse, am I still breathing?
Will You grasp my wrist and hold it dear to, to Your heart?
To see if I am beating for You and only You, my Father

How we live and fight is who we are
Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?
Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?
Who you are is all from me
Who you are is all from me

I'm leaving behind the things of this world
Follow me, my son, and let the dead bury their own
So test me, oh Lord, examine my soul
Follow me, my son, for what you reap, you will have sown
Give light to my eyes to see Your glory divine
And break through these skies
Hear me when I cry to see Your grace come down
And purge these dead, these dead lives

Have I not given you a spirit of power and love?
I will live to fight for these dead lives
"Have I not given you a spirit of power and love?"
How we live and fight is who we are
And as You dwell inside my heart, You're burning a fire that's growing
So when I feel the warmth subside, rekindle the embers that's burning

Check my pulse, am I still breathing?
Will You grasp my wrist and hold it dear to, to Your heart?
To see if I am beating for You

A herald I am
A mirror to me
For sin is destroyed
You've been set free
How we live the fight is who we are
Who you are is all from me
You will suffer, but my strength is enough
So send me
Though you will suffer, your strength is in me
So send me