The Difference

You've had your fill of piety and pretension

The last thing you need's another Pharisee to draw your attention

To the speck in your eye when the log is in his own

Might I assure you that's not how the story was every meant to go

 

The difference never was we're perfect, without flaw

But simply that when we fail we know where to fall

Into the arms of the perfect One we know

 

Through your reasons, prior experience, you've decided we're all hyprocrites

Pompous prudes who you are confident have mastered the art of self righteousness

But David and Peter and Moses and Matthew and Thomas and Paul

Had shameful secrets and struggles and weaknesses

Of them I am the worst of all, worst of all

 

The difference never was we're perfect, without flaw

But simply that when we fail we know where to fall

Into the arms of the perfect One we know

 

 

The good, bad, the godly all gather here at the feed of the Holy One

The disciplined, disobedient sinners covered by His blood

Perfect is something we never will be, no

So thank God for the goodness and grace that He would save me, He would save me