Out of the Mud

He pulled me out of the mud, washed me clean with His blood,
Gave me breath when I was done, turned my midnight into sun.
Now I'm standing on this rock where my feet were once in shock; He pulled me out of the mud,
Out of the mud.
Every scar reminds me now of the grace that brought me out.
I was sinking, going under,
Then He spoke just like the thunder, "Son, You're mine,