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