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 (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

Make the old new again