Edward Holmes - Stealing Stains Lyrics

I read today
That all have sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God
And, that if any man say that he is without sin,
He is a liar
And the truth is not within him.
So to me, it sounds like I've got a snitch.
And I don't know about you, but lately it's been harder to look in the mirror
Clearer with this plank of cedar seated in my iris.
I wish
I could tell you how cumbersome it is, this
Mirror made of pages
Whispered through black and white lips
Boy you ain't all that
As a matter of fact...
You may be just like them
For even the world could be searched over for one man worthy
And without grace, find none.
Most times I feel like a traveler
Tryin' to pitch a tent near Gomorrha
Next door a
Man named Abraham is prayin' for a
Person worthy, he'll implore a
Soverign God just to save one sinner-
To fetch a wretch, and unexpected
I'm elected
Not because I'm good,
But thankfully protected by
A grace I'm not deserving.
Now I'm learning,
That every eye I lock sight with
Still has a little sawdust
And there's no sin that has been done
That is new under the sun
So... welcome.
To the broken
The busted
Mistrusted
And disgusted,
Welcome home.
Home to the reality that like me
You've been through a battle or two
And still stand as proof that crooked sticks can still draw straight lines
And I find Your hand covers every brother beat up by their burdens
Brothers sullied by the swells of selfish ambition,
And missed marks.
And you still suture their future, yes.
To the abused
Misused
And muted
Welcome home
Where the Father is
Still stealing stains
And exchanges the pain of shame with new names
Call it insane.
Welcome home imperfect brother,
Welcome home.
Please stay a while.