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, yeah, 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!