I made my slow way home
Limping on broken bones
Out of the thickest pine
Across 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, right, right
I own a sinners 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'll get me right, right, right, right
Oh Jesus, I've fallen
I don't mnd the rain
If I meet my maker
I'll meet my maker clean
But Jesus, the truth is
I struggle so hard to believe
I'll meet my maker
I need my maker
To cure me of my doubting blood
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 whipsers it convinces me
I'm right
