So I didn't sneak out and I didnt skip church. Thinking I was
perfect and needed to be so I was worth it. I'd condemn
people of watching bad shows, even though at the same time
I'd be getting just as low. When I opened up my eyes and
whoa, did I realize. If Christ himself didn't come to
condemn, that makes me just as bad as them. I wasn't perfect
and Christ new I wasn't. So he got upon a cross and died for
me. Covered all my sins and made me see, it's not about me.
He told me he loves me and now I believe. So I stopped trying
to be something I can't be and gave it all to the one who can be.