Love is just a picture of Your glory. And my best tries at love have fallen short. I pretend these dirty clothes are holy. Knees patched up with grace from You, oh Lord.
I saw a man today, his whole world across his back. A living monument opposed to my success. I tried to look into his eyes as he shuffled past my car.
I've had just enough of the spotlight when it burns bright. To see how it gets in the blood. And I've tasted my share of the sweet life and the wild ride.