From the recording The Skin and Bones of Grace

Lyrics

The Skin and Bones of Grace
I walk on these feet of clay
sometimes I make a mess,
but still I try to find my way
to your sweet tenderness.
No one to sing, no angel wing
 at someone's holy place,
the firefight that saved my life;
the skin and bones of grace.
 
My eager hands, my stumbling phrase,
redeemed but left to choose,
this journey toward the cliffs of praise,
that I can't seem to refuse
No wasted breath,
no cheated death,
no laced-up botox face,
the firefight that saves my life;
the skin and bones of grace,
just the skin and bones of grace.
 
This cup of hope and tears of rage
dares dreams not layed to waste,
with moments left to take the stage,
and only truth to taste..
No photo op
no twisted plot,
and nothing to erase,
the firefight that saves my life;
the skin and bones of grace,
just the skin and bones of grace.
 
Fran McKendree 2008