Text: Brutal Fight. Our Merciful Father. In The Midst Of Our Shame.

Conviction strikes me hard, but I wouldn't have it any other way
There is no disguise in this blessing
It's raw and I am grateful, your faults and my faults under His spirit and grace
The foundation on which this stands
I confess, you accept
We intercede on each other's behalf
Conviction strikes me hard, brother
It takes the wind right out of me, but somehow we both stand up together and get on our way
Brother, let us give praise, even in the midst of our shame
(With the breath in my lungs and the blood in my veins, I will give You praise, I will speak Your name)
Let us praise in the midst of our shame