damage control

Undone, When did this fabric become undone? (A tattered piece of what it once was?) Unsung, When did our judgment and hate come to remove and replace our songs of mercy and grace? Our broken pieces make up stain glass walls Aligning crooked steps to sacred towers Unspoken voices fill the empty halls Enduring burdens as the praise grows louder We can't control all the damage It's not too late to confess and mend Resew the threads and make new again Bring us to our knees Show us what You see Make us feel the need To practice what we preach It's not too late to confess and mend Resew the threads and make new again Make the old new again