| See the man with the bruises on his arm
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| He’s had a hard life, can’t seem to keep a job
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| He reaches out his arm, looking for another dollar bill
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| See the woman, she’s weeping on the ground
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| She has four kids, no fathers to be found
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| Living on welfare, probably always will
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| Why are we so quick to judge?
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| Think of all the mercy that’s been given to us
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| If we’re pointing the finger
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| Three are pointing back at us, back at us
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| Do you not remember
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| Where we were before His love, before his Love?
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| Whatever you were gonna throw
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| Now’s the time to let it go, drop your stone
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| See the lovers with their love out on parade
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| Proclaiming freedom while they’re living as a slave
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| Everybody’s born with their own depravity
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| See their eyes lost and lonely looking back
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| Well, I remember when I used to look like that
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| Until the day that Your grace came and rescued me
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| If we’re pointing the finger
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| Three are pointing back at us, back at us
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| Do you not remember
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| Where we were before His love, before his Love?
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| Whatever you were gonna throw
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| Now’s the time to let it go, and drop your stone
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| Why are we so quick to judge?
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| Just think about the mercy that’s been given to us
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| Yes, God has demonstrated His great love
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| While we were yet sinners, the cross was big enough
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| The cross is enough
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| And if we’re pointing the finger
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| Three are pointing back at us, right back at us
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| Oh God, I remember
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| Where I was before Your love, before Your Love
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| So whatever you were gonna throw
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| Now’s the time to let it go, and drop your stone
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| Just drop your stone
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| Before you throw
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| Just drop your stone |