We were all just little children, crying out that we'd been scarred   ignoring Your back, bruised and broken, You'd been hit but not as hard as us   it was not enough for us      We would trip in the same places, but You'd get up to give us hugs and   tie back up our old shoe laces, with holy hands that were filled with Love   and we would yell "G-d curse the beggar!" while we were begging for Your grace   all our actions screamed out "death!" when You already took our place   Our place      I'm scared to let You see me for who I am right now      We were slowly drowning in a sea of grace while we shouted   "We won't go to Ninevah even if that whale takes us down!"   Down and down into the dark where we fell asleep in the graveyard   the world said "G-d must be coming back if the church looks like that"   It looks that bad      I couldn't save myself when You saved the world from dying      I'm so tired of living like this   aren't you tired of living like this?   G-d's tired of us living like this   I am done living like this