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