When I let myself believe in me
I feel my faith become riddled with disease
I remember the day You spoke my name,
You said come follow me
But my stand is weak, I feel ashamed,
I say don’t bother me
Too much of me and not enough of You
Put me in this mud that I’m crawling through-yeah
I need You to free me from this impurity, impurity—yeah
So I crawl to You, so full of shame
I know You’re there for me but it doesn’t feel the same
Feel the same
There’s too much of me —yea
You take me by the hand and reveal to me
Why You created me
Now I understand why, why You’ve been called
The King of Kings
Too much of me and not enough of You
Shoved me in this hole and I’m calling You, yeah
I need you to free me from this impurity, impurity—yeah
There’s too much of me—yeah
