BEFORE THE FIRST STONE by MeyVyn

[Verse 2]
I had pockets full of "if I'd,"
Had a coat lined thick with shame.
Every morning brought a promise;
Every night, another name.
I could talk about forgiveness
Like I knew what freedom meant,
Then I'd whisper one more "sorry"
And pick up each stone again.

[Chorus]
Before I ever picked up the first stone,
You had already paid for them all.
You knew every one I'd carry,
Every place that I would fall.
I've been holding on to a debt You paid,
Dragging yesterday through every dawn.
Before I ever picked up the first stone,
You had already paid for them all.

[Verse 3]
On a hill outside Jerusalem,
Long before my life began,
You had seen my whole collection;
Still, You opened up Your hands.
I was trying to make payments
On a debt You'd settled then.

[Bridge]
The cross came before the collection.
You knew the weight of every one.
My shame can't add a single payment
To the work You've already done.

[Verse 4]
So I'll face the ones I wounded,
Tell the truth without excuse.
There are steps I need to take now;
Let Your mercy see me through.
But I won't walk out still clutching
What You've called me to lay down.
These are hands You made for worship;
I can finally lift them now.

[Final Chorus]
Before I ever picked up the first stone,
You had already paid for them all.
You knew every one I'd carry,
Every place that I would fall.
Now the stones lie here beneath me,
And my hands are lifted high.
Before I ever picked up the first stone,
You had already paid for them all.

[Outro]
Nothing left to prove with these stones.
Nothing left to pay.
The hands that carried all my shame
Are lifted up in praise.

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[Verse 1] I put one inside my pocket For a lie I told at ten. Found another for a promise I had sworn I'd never bend. What began as "I did something" Turned to "That's just who I am." I kept gathering the evidence And closing up my hands. [Verse 2] I had pockets full of "if I'd," Had a coat lined thick with shame. Every morning brought a promise; Every night, another name. I could talk about forgiveness Like I knew what freedom meant, Then I'd whisper one more "sorry" And pick up each stone again. [Chorus] Before I ever picked up the first stone, You had already paid for them all. You knew every one I'd carry, Every place that I would fall. I've been holding on to a debt You paid, Dragging yesterday through every dawn. Before I ever picked up the first stone, You had already paid for them all. [Verse 3] On a hill outside Jerusalem, Long before my life began, You had seen my whole collection; Still, You opened up Your hands. I was trying to make payments On a debt You'd settled then. [Chorus] Before I ever picked up the first stone, You had already paid for them all. You knew every one I'd carry, Every place that I would fall. I've been holding on to a debt You paid, Dragging yesterday through every dawn. Before I ever picked up the first stone, You had already paid for them all. [Bridge] The cross came before the collection. You knew the weight of every one. My shame can't add a single payment To the work You've already done. [Verse 4] So I'll face the ones I wounded, Tell the truth without excuse. There are steps I need to take now; Let Your mercy see me through. But I won't walk out still clutching What You've called me to lay down. These are hands You made for worship; I can finally lift them now. [Final Chorus] Before I ever picked up the first stone, You had already paid for them all. You knew every one I'd carry, Every place that I would fall. Now the stones lie here beneath me, And my hands are lifted high. Before I ever picked up the first stone, You had already paid for them all. [Outro] Nothing left to prove with these stones. Nothing left to pay. The hands that carried all my shame Are lifted up in praise.

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