Grace Is Gold

See the bright bird dancing from Papua New Guinea on your tv screen
 He's on a promenade to show the world the fortune he's made
 Like beetle's wings in a pile of petals
 All the stacked and clean, the adornments of the day
 You wanna laugh, but you know this game
 'Cause you can see his fortunes fade
 How the skins will wither and the colors fade
 We bargain and we cling with failing currencies
 But grace is gold for broken banks to hold
 Don't let it hide
 What have you to boast of
 How do you introduce yourself
 What trophies degrees or hyperboles do you line upon your shelf
 What then are you hiding
 What sores do you conceal
 Despite your convictions,
 your crippling addictions may lead to a better deal
 You're afraid we'll see inside through
 your hardened scars and wounds so white
 Everybody laughs
 To cover up the cracks
 Grace is gold
 For broken banks to hold
 Don't let it hide
 You wanna be the bright bird, proud and true
 Hey, I do too, I do too
 Who could ever guess that the thorn in your side
 Is drilling a well of life
 So as these tendencies will linger
 Tied as tightly around your finger
 You are made of clay
 Gone tomorrow, but here today
 Grace is gold that never grows old
 God's grace is gold for broken banks to hold
 Don't let it hide
 Don't let it hide