Текст песни A Hundred Different Altars - The Steeles

Billy's up in Baltimore
The wolf is howling at the door
He kneels beside his desk in desperation
While down the block, a hotel bed
Bloodshot eyes and a weary head
Mary feels the pull between hope and condemnation

Sarah's got an empty nest
The doctor called about David's test
And Emma's got two kids, two jobs, and too little time to rest

A hundred people at a hundred different altars
A hundred different lives are torn apart
They're bringing Him their illness, confessing their addictions
Praying for their children and healing for their hearts
At a hundred different altars
One loving God of mercy meets them all

Bonnie's down in Birmingham
She still wears the golden band
But she betrayed the man she gave forever
And Peter calls the pulpit home
But deep inside, he feels alone
He carries the doubt, the guilt and all the pressure

A hundred people at a hundred different altars
A hundred different lives are torn apart
They're bringing Him their illness, confessing their addictions
Praying for their children and healing for their hearts
At a hundred different altars
One loving God of mercy meets them all

Every day, the human race has a hundred ways to fall
But every day Heaven's grace hears each and every call

As they're bringing Him their illness, confessing their addictions
Praying for their children and healing for their hearts
At a hundred different altars
One loving God of mercy meets them all

One loving God of mercy meets them all