I know the quiet pride
That calls itself clear sight
I know how pain
Can dress itself as right
But the ground below me
Is the same ground under them
And the crack in my own house
Runs deeper than I said
There is no difference between us
Not in the mess
Not in the need
Not in the record
We would rather not read
There is no difference between us
Not here below
Not in this light
If grace is real
Then none of us stands right alone
I can name the damage
I can tell what broke
I can speak of all the ways
The room went up in smoke
But if I make my wound
The measure of the whole
I turn my little truth
Into another throne
And that is not the way out
That is only cleaner blame
The gift is not that I was better
The gift is that he came
There is no difference between us
Not in the mess
Not in the need
Not in the long and sorry
Record underneath
There is no difference between us
Not here below
Not in this light
If grace is real
Then none of us stands right alone
Us and them
Was never strong enough
To carry what was wrong
Us and them
Breaks in the same place
Where mercy starts
There is no difference between us
Only the gift
Only the ground
Only the hands
That set the broken down
There is no difference between us
That is the door
That is the cost
And maybe that is how
The mess is not the last word
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