Not I

I open up this book
And I get caught up
In the middle of everything unholy and depraved
‘Cause how could thousands trade
A promise in Your name
For a lonely wilderness
And still You would provide

But my hypocritical eyes
Make it easy to scoff at their
Desert filled life

‘Cause who’s to say I wouldn’t pour all of my gold
Into the fire, just so I
Could have a God that my eyes could behold
And who’s to say I wouldn’t reach into Your side
If I had been there, just so I
Could feel the wound, and know that You are real
Not I

And looking deep I see
My great affinity
For those who trade their one true joy
For a temporary thing
And they so full of greed
Kept back their offering
How could I spend my time
Away from you
And not be called a thief

My eyes are a little bit dim
There’s a floorboard in one
While the other one sins

So where’s the fiery stake?
The stoning crowd , some plague
Any penalty that my apply
To the foolishness I hide

I know better than this
For there’s no condemnation
When He burns this old flesh
My Father’s merciful eyes
Saw me dead in my sin
And still He gave me new life