Mary walks into the coffee shop
Takes her chair by the window, her usual spot
And she wonders if all the people who stop and stare
Can see through the glass to the stains that she wears on the inside

For she's tried to scrub them clean,
But they don't go away
And she's cried herself to sleep

So she lifts the rug
So she sweeps up the dirt
So she runs from love
And she hides the hurt
But the guilt and shame, they still remain
Like a stain upon her shirt

Mary sits and listens as music plays
And the words strike a chord down inside of her with what they say
For the singer paints a picture of a freer life
Of shoulders much lighter from laying their burden aside

For he's found a way to get clean,
To wash it all away
And he sings of how it used to be

How he raised the rug
How he swept up the dirt
How he ran from love
And he hid the hurt
But the guilt and shame, always remained
Like a stain upon his shirt

There is someone who loves you unconditionally
Just confess with your mouth and you will be free
Just believe in your heart

He'll raise the rug
He will clean up the dirt
He will give you love
And he'll heal your hurt
For your guilt and shame, He'll take the blame
Give you a brand new shirt

Mary walks into the coffee shop
Takes her chair by the window, her usual...

1 Corinthians 15; Psalm 51

Copyright ' 2002 Dawson Cowals.