Folded Grace

Verse 1

Narrow

The path is thin

Cold gravel under my worn boots

Sunday morning bell

Ringing out

Ringing loud

Ringing clear

I saw a paper on the ground

Black ink

Red blood

Folded tight

Folded small

Chorus

He is the way

He is the truth

He is the life

Come home

Come home

Come home

The debt is paid in full

Post-Chorus

Paid in full

Paid in full

Paid in full

Verse 2

Dust

Turning into gold

Sinner sitting on a sagging porch

Wind blows the pages

Turning slow

Turning fast

Turning free

I was sinking in the mud

Heavy heart

Heavy head

Heavy hand

He reached down for the bottom

Saved me

Saved him

Saved us

Chorus

He is the way

He is the truth

He is the life

Come home

Come home

Come home

The debt is paid in full

Post-Chorus

Paid in full

Paid in full

Paid in full

Bridge

No more hiding

No more running

No more crying

Knock on the door

It opens

Walk through the gate

It opens

Speak to the King

He listens

He listens

He listens

Chorus

He is the way

He is the truth

He is the life

Come home

Come home

Come home

The debt is paid in full

Outro

Paid in full

White as snow

White as snow

Let it go

Amen

Amen