I’ll admit I’m not the most secure person
I have the power of life and death in my tongue
I sometimes commit murder with the words I speak
Often killing myself
Often killing myself

I’m not sure why but god loves me enough
To resurrect me everytime
Everytime
I’ll admit I’m not the most humble person
The knowledge I have swells my head to arrogance
In my elevated state I love to look down on others
Even missing out on the beauty in them
I’m not sure why but god has mercy on my conceit
Has mercy on my conceit
Loving merciful and kind
Loving merciful and kind
Loving merciful and kind