You might not recognize me now

you might not recognize me now
those chains that once surrounded me are laying on the ground
you can’t keep digging up my past
you may have had a laugh or two but you don’t get the last
you might not recognize me now


maybe i was blind but now i see
maybe i was bound but now i’m free
maybe you need reminding
you’re under my feet
maybe you’re a lie that i don’t need
maybe you should listen when i speak
maybe you need reminding
you’re under my feet


if you want scars i’ll show you scars
all the wounds upon the hands of light that pierced the dark
if i were you i’d be afraid
‘cause everything you meant for guilt the cross has met with grace


whoa, whoa
i think it’s time you meet my maker
i think it’s time you meet my maker
whoa, whoa,
i think it’s time that you remember
i think it’s time that you remember


under my feet