Sticky Praise

I can't be carrying the midnight on my skin

But grace found me and it pulled me back again

Hearts may talk, but I know where mercy lives

Every broken part of me is learning how to give

Sticky, stanky, holy fire in my soul

Lift me up and make the wounded spirit whole

Stick it, stank it, I can feel it in my bones

Praise gets hard and it carries me back home

When the crowd rises, every chain begins to shake

Every tear I held is turning into faith

I was wandering, but the light called out my name

Now I'm dancing in the river of your flame

Stinky, stanky

Oh, the fire in my soul

Lift me up and make the wounded spirit whole

Stinky, stanky

I can feel it in my bones

Praise his heart

And it carries me back home