Crooked Stick (Unplugged Version)

I'VE WALKED THROUGH DOORS I SHOULD HAVE
CLOSED and carried weights
I never chose.
I've choked on pride.
I bled regret.
I've run from grace and called
It death.
But every scar he didn't waste.
Each broken path became his place.
He doesn't wait for saints to shine.
He works his will through flawed design
He draws a lot of straight lines
WITH AN
OH SO VERY CROOKED STICK.
Takes my
Twisted rusted soul and makes the mercy clay
I'm not the strength.
I'm not the source.
I'm just the one he dared to pick to show the world he still redeems
The crooked s
Oh yeah