

Underneath the painted glass
They whispered words that tried to last
Called me a mistake,
called me a sin
Locked the heavy doors I was standing in
(shaking head)
But the architect who built the stars
Didn't make a mistake inside these scars (no,
they didn't)
They called me an abomination
But I am a holy creation
I won't carry the weight of their shame
I know the truth of my own name (yeah,
my own name)
Stood outside the steeple high
Looked up at the open sky
No condemnation in the breeze
Just grace that met me on my knees
They called me an abomination
But I am a holy creation
I won't carry the weight of their shame
I know the truth of my own name (oh,
my own name) I am beautifully made (yes I am)
No shade,
no fear
Just light, right here