| I wish that I could say I am a perfect man
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| I wish sometimes that I would not be who I am
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| One day I decided I would think on this
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| Not knowing if faith and pain could co-exist
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| Could I ever on my own conceive
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| Of someone I did not know, but I need?
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| I must be made to be at peace and communion
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| 'Cause there must be some place
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| Somehow from where I have fallen
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| I find through every ounce of pain I feel
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| That my mind cannot deny that God is real
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| The inconsistency of what I say I should be
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| Compared to what I am in actuality
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| Leaves me in conclusion that I know the way
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| Though I am unable to always obey
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| Nothing in this world has satisfied
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| My soul’s hunger for a deeper life
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| The weight of my misdeeds were crushing, blinding me
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| And I still live with pain inside but now I can see
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| And I find through every ounce of pain I feel
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| That my mind cannot deny that God is real
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| The pieces of my life are scattered on the floor
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| I stared at them till I could take no more
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| I do not deserve to be set free
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| Forgiveness is what I desperately need
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| If it wasn’t for the perfect blood was shed
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| Would I not be dead inside but I live instead
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| I find through every ounce of pain I feel
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| That my mind cannot deny that God is real
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| I find through every ounce of pain I feel
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| That my mind cannot deny that God is real
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| I know my faith’s still here
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| Believe through all my tears |