Holiday
Bongo Bob Smith, Mike Roe, Douglas Kaine McKelvey
I could not catch my breath
I almost worked myself to death
Thinking I could earn Your Love
Be good enough
To get to heaven
I had to hope to celebrate
Beneath the weight
Of my own burden
But You came
And every day became a holiday
A mood became a holiday
And I was saved upon a sea of grace
But You revealed the truth to me
So I could see
My true condition
What I thought was righteousness
Was nothing less
Than blind ambition
But You came
And every day became a holiday
A mood became a holiday
And I was saved upon a sea of grace