Grace

                                  Under an early sun, I hear a song, a desperate sound

Out of the open sky, an angel falling to the ground

Familiar to me-I feel a sickening sense of déjà vu

It used to be the song I'd sing



Until you touched me with your hands

And you showed me your sweet face



I was a ghost before, a silent heart, unoccupied

Uncomfortable in my skin, a clumsy shell where I would hide

I barely cared to breathe; I didn't have a reason to

Now when I do, I breathe for you



Because you touched me with your hands

And you showed me your sweet face

And you changed me with your truth

And you saved me with your grace



I feel resurrected, I feel born again in perfect skin

What did I feel before you opened up and let me in?

I can't recall, anything at all



Until you touched me with your hands

And you showed me your sweet face

And you changed me with your truth

And you saved me with your grace