Lord, I've been diligent in obeying Your laws
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And I've waited in silence, waited for Your applause
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But to those who are living lives filled with disgrace
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You are kind and forgiving, Shouldn't You turn them away
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In my right hand I hold a stone
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Scattered around are the rocks that I've thrown
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But You said, if there is no sin, then let the throwing begin
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But remember the mercy I've shown
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Lay down your grudge, oh, and let me be the judge
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Take my hand and let go your grip on the stone
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So, I let go the stone and watched it fall to the sand
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Then my anger was gone when You took hold my hand
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In my right hand I held a stone
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Scattered around were the rocks that I've thrown
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The Stone
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| Jonny Diaz |
