Lyrics
They say a wood beam blinds my sight,
But I see the speck in their fight.
Tongues sharp, eyes glaring wide,
Who’s clean enough to stand justified?
Pharisee shadows stretch so long,
Who’s the righteous when all is wrong?
The gavel drops; is it me, or you?
Condemnation cloaked in a holy hue.
Cast no stone, yet stones we bring,
A choir of judgment starts to sing.
Who will stand, who will fall?
The Judge is One, the Judge is all!
You judge me, sinner?!
While your hands drip with unseen shame?
You call my fault by name,
But who cleanses the stain?
Beneath my robe, my knees are bruised,
Righteous wrath? Or sin I excuse?
The plank digs deep into my pride,
While I scour the world for what to deride.
Judge not, lest ye be judged!
With mercy measured, mercy’s shown!
Before the throne, lay down your pride!
The Cross alone decides who’s right!
Cast no stone, yet stones we bring,
A choir of judgment starts to sing.
Who will stand, who will fall?
The Judge is One, the Judge is all!
You judge me, sinner?!
While your hands drip with unseen shame?
You call my fault by name,
Cast no stone, yet stones we bring,
A choir of judgment starts to sing.
Who will stand, who will fall?
The Judge is One, the Judge is all!
Forgive my stones, forgive my scorn,
Refined in fire, though scarred and worn.
Grace will judge where hearts reside,
The Cross remains—our only guide.
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