Shunned At A Funeral - The Boasting Clay

Just so you know, if you think that you
Contributed to your own salvation
And it wasn't all
God's doing, I will
Fight you right now and
I will win because
I'm a tough cowgirl
But seriously, this is one of my favorites.
[Screaming
This is called the boasting clay
Tell me, was it your idea to see
When your heart was stoned?
Did
You set it free
Did you pull your soul up from the grave
Or speak the spark
That made you brave
Was your neighbor blind cuz he's less wise
Or did mercy just not meet his eyes
If you made the call, then watch
Your bow
The softer clay
The cleaner goes
Save dust.
Same clay.
One heart
Once saved.
It ain't the dirt
That draws the line.
It's the potter's
Hair, not the pot.
So mine
So don't you claim you saw the light while the rest of us just chose
The night.
It wasn't brains that
Split the grave.
It was love unearned
And grace that saved
Is your spine rise straighter
Than mine
Were your tears more pure, your guilt
More fine
Did you run to
God with steady feet
While others sank
In their deceit
Was it love?
Or were you just
More good
Than every sinner who never could
Or did the shepherd find your soul
And breathe in fire
To make you whole
Save us.
Say one
It ain't the
DIRT THAT DRAWS the line
It's the potter's will, not the will of mine.
SO DON'T YOU BOAST in your own say
Like you were just less prone to stray.
We're all the same till grace invades.
Dead hearts don't wake
Without his name
He's glorified AND SAVING WORSE.
The thief, THE HARLOT, THE BROKEN CURSE
SO I PRETEND TO LIT THE FLAME WHEN it
Burned before you knew your name
Same dust, same clay, one heart, one.
He
Molds his vessels night and day.
Some
For wrath AND SOME FOR PRAISE.
So bow
Your head, don't raise your chin.
You didn't earn the life within
You didn't choose him first that day.
It
Was love, not love
That made away
So tell me now
With breath so free
Screaming] Did you raise your soul
Or did he