A Hundred Different Altars

Billy's up in Baltimore The wolf is howling at the door He kneels beside his desk in desperation While down the block, a hotel bed Bloodshot eyes and a weary head Mary feels the pull between hope and condemnation Sarah's got an empty nest The doctor called about David's test And Emma's got two kids, two jobs, and too little time to rest A hundred people at a hundred different altars A hundred different lives are torn apart They're bringing Him their illness, confessing their addictions Praying for their children and healing for their hearts At a hundred different altars One loving God of mercy meets them all Bonnie's down in Birmingham She still wears the golden band But she betrayed the man she gave forever And Peter calls the pulpit home But deep inside, he feels alone He carries the doubt, the guilt and all the pressure A hundred people at a hundred different altars A hundred different lives are torn apart They're bringing Him their illness, confessing their addictions Praying for their children and healing for their hearts At a hundred different altars One loving God of mercy meets them all Every day, the human race has a hundred ways to fall But every day Heaven's grace hears each and every call As they're bringing Him their illness, confessing their addictions Praying for their children and healing for their hearts At a hundred different altars One loving God of mercy meets them all One loving God of mercy meets them all