Teksty: 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