I was not decent, Lord, You know
I broke the laws You gave
One whispered yes with my last breath
And You reached into my grave
That's all it cost — one little word
One breath before the fall
And You wiped clean my dirty years
Like they were nothing at all

Now I rise with thieves and murderers
All pardoned at the bell
A lifetime spent in cruelty
Undone by one farewell
One word bought them paradise
One word — that's all You charge
And the ones who never learned to speak
Stay locked outside the stars

So this is mercy, Father?
Your murderers wear white
One cheap word washed the blood away
The babies stay outside
No sins for You to pardon
No debt for You to claim
The innocent are worthless
To a God who trades in blame
Don't call it grace — it's ledgers
Don't call it love — it's law
Heaven's just a counting-house
And You count souls

I saw them in the border light
A meadow with no sun
The infants in the quiet grass
Too small to have done wrong
And good souls, kind their short lives long
Who never knew Your name
They lit their candles in the dark
And You refused the flame

So this is mercy, Father?
Your murderers wear white
One cheap word washed the blood away
The babies stay outside
No sins for You to pardon
No debt for You to claim
The innocent are worthless
To a God who trades in blame
Don't call it grace — it's ledgers
Don't call it love — it's law
Heaven's just a counting-house
And You count souls

Keep Your spotless kingdom
I've seen behind the gate
You forgave the wolves their teeth
And told the lambs to wait
Take back the robe, take back the ring
I never earned the white
If they can't pass, then I won't pass
I'm staying in the twilight

(mmm)