idle threat - damage control Lyrics

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
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