| Driving by the church on Sunday
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| From the outside looking in
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| There are and there are out here
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| Dealing with their sin
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| Rainbow-colored windows
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| Made me realise at last
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| No matter what side of the wall you’re on
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| We’re all stained glass
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| Now I don’t come here for religion
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| That’s not what it’s about
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| We’re all pilgrims on this journey
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| Trying to get life figured out
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| Some come with broken pieces
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| And for some the die is cast
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| We’re all part of God’s mosaic
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| But we’re all stained glass
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| You are welcome in my Father’s house
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| No matter what you’ve done
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| There’s only one who God had perfect
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| That’s God’s only Son
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| He’ll give you a brighter future
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| He’ll forgive you of your past
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| Friend, you’re not in this alone
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| We’re all stained glass
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| You are welcome in my Father’s house
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| No matter what you’ve done
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| There’s only one who God had perfect
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| That’s God’s only Son
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| He’ll give you a brighter future
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| He’ll forgive you of your past
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| Friend, you’re not in this alone
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| We’re all stained glass
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| Yes, without the blood of Jesus
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| We’re all stained glass |