Words by Steve Hindalong
Music by Derri Daugherty

When the Father formed man from the earth with His hands
He breathed into my soul
When He made the woman to well for anybody's good
He had to know how they wouldn't heed His advice
So they had to leave paradise
Driven away from that garden long ago

Has the sign of the covenant dimmed in your sky?
Will we ever find gold?
Follow all seven stripes across my eyes
Am I young or old?
It is reward enough to survive
Men less fortunate have been skinned alive
I'd rather be forgiven than enlightened

Grace is a gift even more refined than magic dust
Mercy a quality more divine than trust
If you're listening to me now
If you're listening to me now
I wouldn't blame you anyhow for running me out of town

I have not suffered nearly enough for the crime that I've done
I hear laughter above, I have angels who love me
I'm a lucky one
For the sins that I've committed
Against trusting friends I've outwitted
I might've been staring into the barrel of a gun

Grace is an offering more refined than magic dust
Mercy a quality more divine than trust
If you're listening to me now
If you're listening to me now
I wouldn't blame you anyhow for running me
Out of town

Grace is a gift even more refined than magic dust
Mercy a quality more divine than trust
If you're listening to this song
If you're listening to this song
I hope you find it in your heart
I hope you find it in your heart to forgive
I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me every wrong