Everybody thinks they know me in the church
My dad's a pastor, I'm an angel or so they've heard
But I know that I'm a wretched sinner, I'm not the perfect son
I wish I was the saint they think I am
They hold me to standards
That they cannot keep themselves
But I'm also human
Just like them I too need help
So I will look to You God
Cos only You can understand
Father look at Your child, and please stretch out Your Hand
You're looking deep within
You know my secret sins
I'm fighting a battle I don't think I'll win
Can I still lift my dirty hands to
The heavens cos I'm desperate for You
I'm crying out for You
To help me make it through
Everybody knows about me in the church
They know my story, my testimonies they have heard
How can I lift my hands to you
How can I raise my voice
When I remember all the things these hands have done?
I hear the whispers, see them glance and look away
They tell their friends to stay away from guys like me
I almost feel I'm out of place
Lord I need Your grace
I'm just a sinner trying hard to seek Your face
Isaiah Chapter 1 verse 18
Come now and let us reason together
Saith the Lord
Though your sins be as scarlet
They shall be as white as snow
Though they be red like crimson
They shall be as wool
The blood of Jesus has the ability
To wash
Even your deepest
Darkest
Sins
Come!
I know that I'm still fighting but
I'm gonna worship anyway
I fall get up and fall again
I'm gonna worship anyway
I know your blood has washed my sins
So I'm gonna worship anyway
I know with You I'll overcome
I'm gonna worship anyway
I know that I'm still fighting but
I'm gonna worship anyway
See I fall, I get up and I fall again
I'm gonna worship anyway
I know your blood has washed me clean
I'm gonna worship anyway
And with you Jesus I will overcome
I'm gonna worship anyway