Dirt - The Collection

Abraham was scared to die

Forsook his wife within a lie

I think I know the reasons why

'Cause he was made of dirt

Joseph’s coat was full of pride

The blood of goats won’t wash you white

If I was his brother, I’d have lied

And left him in the dirt

Moses never entered in

To lands he thought was promised him

He took his people 'round again

To pick manna from the dirt

And Solomon became so wise

With many wives and concubines

He fell for every single lie

Yeah, his head was full of dirt

And David’s where I got my name

Abusing power, abusing fame

He stole a girl, her husband slain

Left six feet in the dirt

And Peter fell to his own shame

Denied his love, denied his name

He ran away when the people came

To nail him to the dirt

And Samson only thought it fair

To let that witch come cut his hair

And look through eyes no longer there

As he crushed them in the dirt

And Paul would sit upon his throne

And kill us with the biggest stones

And wrestle with a thorn unknown

A thorn up from the dirt

But if the nations had a father

Then Joseph would redeem his brothers

And Moses held the waters up

And David would become Your love

Solomon would build the temple

Samson came to destroy evil

Peter soon became the rock

And Paul would lead the Roman flock

And it’s all that I can do to keep my eyes off You

And it’s all that You can do to keep me, keep me, keep me new

All that I can see is that You can’t see the dirt in me

All that I can see is that You can’t see the dirt in me

All that I can see is that You can’t see the dirt in me

And all that I can see is You