All my life is spent running from my fears,
Away from all the pain, the pain that I've left behind,
There's wounded everywhere, but I'm too hard to care,
They melt into the face of who I trust in.
I am beat, and I'm so tired of trying for a chance to earn grace all alone.
I am stone,
I'm smiling, living, loving, dying,
There ain't much more than what you can see,
Deep inside I'm crying for what I keep denying; for that's the very thing that sets me free.
I waste so much time feeding on self-pride,
My own depravity is all that I can see,
So, then I try to hide,
The clothes of skin God's made - I lay them on a shelf, and slowly they fade.
I am beat, and I'm so tired of trying for a chance to earn grace all alone.
I am stone,
I'm smiling, living, loving, dying,
Oh, there ain't much more than what you can see,
Deep inside I'm crying for what I keep denying; for that's the very thing that sets me free,
Deep inside I'm crying for what I keep denying,
That's the very thing that sets me free.
