Shunned At A Funeral - Crooked Stick (Unplugged Version)

I'VE WALKED THROUGH DOORS I SHOULD HAVE
CLOSED and carried weights
I never chose.
I've choked on pride.
I bled regret.
I've run from grace and called
It death.
But every scar he didn't waste.
Each broken path became his place.
He doesn't wait for saints to shine.