New Music from Epicidiom

Drums in the dust, stones in their hands, voices of judgment across the land.

A sinner’s story about to end… but mercy was writing a different end.

“Caught in the act,” that’s what they said, “Moses’ law says she should be dead.”

Voices rising, stones in their hands, the crowd beating judgment like drums in the sand.

They saw a sinner before their eyes — but heaven saw a saint in disguise.

Let the one without sin cast the first stone.

Then He spoke to my soul, go and sin no more.

The world saw sin — He saw a saint in disguise.

Oh, when the sinner becomes a saint, when mercy washes every stain.

The drums of grace begin to play — Christ in me, the hope of glory.

Mercy marching through my soul, the broken story made whole.

Grace rewrote my destiny — the sinner became a saint in me.

The Saint knelt down and wrote in the sand, silence falling across the land.

Stones grew heavy in every sinner’s hand, one by one they couldn’t stand.

The story they wrote was shame and stain — but mercy started to change my name.

Let the one without sin cast the first stone. Then He spoke to my soul, go and sin no more.

The world saw sin — He saw a saint in disguise.

Oh when the sinner becomes a saint, when mercy washes every stain.

The drums of grace begin to play — Christ in me, the hope of glory.

Mercy marching through my soul, the broken story made whole.

Grace rewrote my destiny — the sinner became a saint in me.

The Saint looked down with mercy in His eyes, seeing the soul the world despised.

No voice of judgment, no stone to throw — only grace standing close.

Then the drums of grace began to rise, mercy marching through my life.

Where they saw a sinner, He saw a saint in disguise.

Stones hit the ground, the crowd walked away.

The drums of grace began to play.

Christ in me — the hope of glory…

a sinner turned a saint in disguise.