I'm not perfect
Never have been nor will ever be
Once you dissect
Here's what you'll see:
A man in need of Grace
Who tries to mask his spiritually blemished face
Hoping that no one will get in his space and realize that he's a disgrace.
What do I do?
Where do I go?
Is God's forgiveness true?
How do I know?
He obviously didn't mean me
When He said "It is finished" and died on a tree
My pain is too deep
My sins are too great
You couldn't really forgive me and clean off my slate
You don't know what I did
You don't know what I said
You don't know the thoughts that run through my head
But, what if you do?
What if it's all true?
What if Jesus made all things anew?
What if He really came to give me rest
And sent my sin as far as the east is from the west?
What if when He said "My grace is sufficient" He was speaking the truth?
It changes my mistakes
From a picture of my blemishes
To a portrait of God's grace.
Even through I have billions of blemishes and bunches of bruises
I am able to lift my head high
Not because of my works
But because of my Dad in the sky
He took me in
Despite my sin
He's changing me from the outside in
I'll never be perfect compared to You
But I believe that you love me anyway
Thank You for your grace
Thank You for making a way