I made my slow way home
Limpin' on broken bones
Out of the thickest pine
Onto the county lines
Onto your wooden stairs
I know you can repair
I know you've seen the light
I know you'll get me right
Right
I own a sinner's heart
I know the rain falls hard
I know the currency
I know the things you'll need
I hope He hears my prayers
I see you cut your hair
I know the saving type
I know you get me right
Right
Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mind the rain if
I meet my maker, I meet my maker clean,
but Jesus, the truth is
i've struggled so hard to believe
i'll meet my maker, i need my maker
To cure me of my doubting blood
And drain me of the sins i love
Take from me my disbelief
I know it should come easily
But it remains inside of me
It battles and devours me
It cuddles up beside of me
In whispers, it convinces me
I'm
Right
I made my slow way home Limpin' on broken bones Out of the thickest pine Onto the county lines Onto your wooden stairs I know you can repair I know you've seen the light I know you'll get me right Right
I own a sinner's heart I know the rain falls hard I know the currency I know the things you'll need I hope He hears my prayers I see you cut your hair I know the saving type I know you get me right Right
Oh Jesus, I've fallen I don't mind the rain if I meet my maker, I meet my maker clean, but Jesus, the truth is i've struggled so hard to believe i'll meet my maker, i need my maker
To cure me of my doubting blood And drain me of the sins i love Take from me my disbelief I know it should come easily But it remains inside of me It battles and devours me It cuddles up beside of me In whispers, it convinces me I'm Right