Red Delicious Grace
Under an early sun, I hear a song, a desperate soundOut
of the open sky, an angel falling to the ground
Familiar to me-I feel a sickening sense of déjà vu
It used to be the song I'd sing
Until you touched me with your hands
And you showed me your sweet face
I was a ghost before, a silent heart, unoccupied
Uncomfortable in my skin, a clumsy shell where I would
hide
I barely cared to breathe; I didn't have a reason to
Now when I do, I breathe for you
Because you touched me with your hands
And you showed me your sweet face
And you changed me with your truth
And you saved me with your grace
I feel resurrected, I feel born again in perfect skin
What did I feel before you opened up and let me in?
I can't recall, anything at all
Until you touched me with your hands
And you showed me your sweet face
And you changed me with your truth
And you saved me with your grace
