No better off, no better woman than any other
Just a woman trusting in the Lord,
My life’s no prize, God knows, trust me, I sin
And oh the raging water’s I’ve had to ford.
Sorry to say I don’t usually do right
No matter my intentions or what I want to do
Seems like to me I mess it up, always
Though I’ve promised to Jesus to be true.
When it comes to comparing me to others
The world tells me I’m not as bad as some
And that I’m way worse than the saints
Yet one day God is going to call me home.
Before the Lord Jesus I’ll face my life
I’ll see through His eyes how wicked I am
I’ll learn just how little I’ve done for Him
He’d be just in my face to door to slam;
Yet though I’ve no doubt and won’t deny
There are times I am nothing but a hypocrite
Times when my sins mount higher than any
When at His feet I’m unworthy to sit,
One thing redeems me, one thing to which I cling
Jesus came to this earth and cruelly died
Then He rose again in defeat of death
Though evil had Him brutally crucified
And with grace so amazing, grace so sweet
He has lifted me out of my life’s disgrace
Undeserving then and undeserving still
Jesus saved me by His precious amazing grace.
So utter your observations, jeer if you want
Call me crazy, tell me I’m weak, needing a crutch
Point out my failures, all the times I fall
But don’t forget I tell you this much,
God loves you, God loves me, and no doubt it’s true
Call me and all the others all the labels you will
There’s a hole in your heart God’s perfect size
By no other grace than amazing it’s a hole He’ll fill.
I think a perfect church sign would read, “You’re right. We’re hypocrites, sinners, liars and thieves and worse. No perfect members wanted, only those humble enough to admit what they are before God.”