Thankful

I ran across an old box of letters
 While I was baggin up some clothes for Goodwill
 You know I had to laugh that the same old struggles
 That plagued me then are plaguing me still
 I know the road is long from ground to glory
 But a boy can hope he's getting some place
 But you see, I'm running from the very clothes I'm wearing
 And dressed like this I'm fit for the chase
 No, there is none righteous
 Not one who understands
 There is none who seek God
 No not one, no not one
 I am thankful that I'm incapable
 Of doing any good on my own
 'Cause we're all stillborn and dead in our transgressions
 We're shackled up to the sin we hold so dear
 So what part can I play in the work of redemption
 I can't refuse, I cannot add a thing
 'Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voice
 I stand and rub my eyes and walk to You
 Because I have no choice
 I am thankful that I'm incapable
 Of doing any good on my own
 I'm so thankful that I'm incapable
 Of doing any good on my own
 It's by grace I have been saved
 Through faith it's not my own
 It is the gift of God and not by works
 Lest anyone should boast