Shunned At A Funeral — Dust, Thunder

Screaming
I'm dusting my hands, dusting my lungs
Built of tomorrow, borrowed from one.
I bend
I break, I bruise, and
I blunder.
I'm
Dusting the waiting, dust and the wonder
I'm dust on the road, dust on the tongue, but breath still comes and the song isn't done.
Weakness
Whispers, "You're going under." But power wakes up where faith is thunder hEY tHUNDER
HEAD OF THE DUST, we rise thunder
Power and weakness shine
And singing thunder
When heaven hits the ground, dust meets
Thunder now
I bring the weight, I bring the heartache, I bring the fear that makes
Me shake, I name the hurt, I feel the pull, still mercy meets me in the fall
And singing
I bring the cracks, I bring the flame, I
Bring the scars, I bring the blame
Still grace is louder than the sound
That tries to keep my spirit down
Not by strength, not
By might, every victory starts in light thunder
Out of the dust we rise thunder
Power and weakness shine thunder
When heaven hits the ground
Dust meets thunder now
Say it plain
I am dust say
It loud he
Is just say
It strong
Not by might say
It true
BY HIS LIGHT
Fight back
WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS
OUT OF THE DUST WE RISE tHUNDER
Power and weakness collide thunder
When heaven hits the ground
Dust meets thunder now thunder