See the bright bird dancing from Papua New Guinea on your tv screen He's on a promenade to show the world the fortune he's made Like beetle's wings in a pile of petals All the stacked and clean, the adornments of the day You wanna laugh, but you know this game 'Cause you can see his fortunes fade How the skins will wither and the colors fade We bargain and we cling with failing currencies But grace is gold for broken banks to hold Don't let it hide What have you to boast of How do you introduce yourself What trophies degrees or hyperboles do you line upon your shelf What then are you hiding What sores do you conceal Despite your convictions, Your crippling addictions may lead to a better deal You're afraid we'll see inside through Your hardened scars and wounds so white Everybody laughs To cover up the cracks Grace is gold For broken banks to hold Don't let it hide You wanna be the bright bird, proud and true Hey, I do too, I do too Who could ever guess that the thorn in your side Is drilling a well of life So as these tendencies will linger Tied as tightly around your finger You are made of clay Gone tomorrow, but here today Grace is gold that never grows old God's grace is gold for broken banks to hold Don't let it hide Don't let it hide