Ill admit Im glad were not disiples,
Out on a lake paralized with fright.
Cause Im afraid I might have laughed at Peter,
Until he stepped into that stormy night.
If You wanted me to walk on water,
Whyd you make the solid ground seem so right?
And ill admit im glad im not King David,
Ruling over everything i see.
Cause Id think id fallen for more then Bathsheba,
Your creations a temptation for me.
If you wanted me to love you only,
Whyd you make the moonlight sparkle in her eyes?
Ill admit im glad im not John the Baptist,
In a jail cell waiting for my day to die.
Cause atleast down here i know what were chasing,
And its hard to trust Your dreams are so much better then mine.
If you wanted me to die to myself,
Whyd you make me fall so deeply in love with life?
If you wanted me to surrender,
Whyd you make these hands able to hold on… So tight?
So tight.
If you wanted me to be like you,
Whyd you make me… like me??