Jars Of Clay
"Grace"
God, I admit I haven't changed
playing card houses still covering my landscape
I never expected you to stay
when I'm grabbing for these crumbs and cold loose change
I feel your grace come running over every road
I love the way you're calling overflow
I feel your grace come running over every road
you break the floodgates down and carry all
God, I admit that I've loved these chains
and crawling around this cage sometimes has its advantages
I know someday this could get old
and I'll need your healing water to find my home