Lord, you're diggin' up the dirt
Diggin' up the dirt crowding you
From my heart
Lord, I'm so ashamed
And I'm afraid to look at what lies
underneath the surface

But I come alive, I come alive
When I die to my pride,
to my selfishness and greed
I come alive, I come alive

So dig it all away, dig it all away,
dig it all away,
After all, it's only dirt anyway

Lord, will the diggin' ever end'
Is there a shovel big enough
to even make a dent'
Lord, you've got to help me see
You're the one who's busy diggin'
And when you dig you dig in deep

I come alive...



Copyright 2003 John Reilly