Holy Jeans

Intro

Verse 1

My mother asked me why I look like I’ve been in a fight

The denim on my knees is shredded, turning into white

She offered me a twenty just to go and buy a pair

She said, "You can’t go out in public with the damage that is there."

I told her, "Mom, I promise that I haven't scraped my shins"

I haven't been on skateboards and I haven't tumbled in

To trouble with the neighbors or the bullies down the street

There’s a different kind of reason that my outfit isn't neat.

Pre-Chorus

I guess it's kind of funny how the kids at school

They take a pair of scissors just to make them look cool

They want to look authentic, yeah, they want to look distressed

But mine are falling off of me, a total mess.

Chorus

I’ve got holy jeans, but not the kind you think

It happens when I’m praying and I’m pushed to the brink

It’s friction on the carpet, it’s talking to the Lord

It’s spending every hour on the bedroom floor.

They call them holy jeans, I guess the name fits right

'Cause I’ve been on my knees almost every single night

Yeah, the fabric’s wearing out, but my soul is getting clean

Walking round the city in my holy jeans.

Verse 2

I feel a bit like Jacob wrestling angels in the dark

I walk a little funny, yeah, I’ve got a little mark

It isn't from the pavement and it isn't from a fall

It's just a conversation with the One who made it all.

And I know that people stare at me when I walk through the door

They wonder why I’m looking like I’m really, really poor

But I am rich in mercy, yeah, I’m rich in things unseen

So I don't really worry 'bout the state of my routine.

Bridge

And maybe I should patch them up

And maybe I should care

But every single open thread

Is proof that I was there...

Yeah, every single open thread is proof that I was there!

Chorus

I’ve got holy jeans, but not the kind you think

It happens when I’m praying and I’m pushed to the brink

It’s friction on the carpet, it’s talking to the Lord

It’s spending every hour on the bedroom floor.

They call them holy jeans, I guess the name fits right

'Cause I’ve been on my knees almost every single night

Yeah, the fabric’s wearing out, but my soul is getting clean

Walking round the city in my holy jeans.

Outro

My holy jeans.

Amen.