When I feed my lust
When I lie through my teeth
When I condemn and judge
When I lose my way
When I make myself appear good
When I am only bad...

It's not the angels
It's not the priests
It's not the prophets
It's not the apostles
It's not the saints
It's not the churches...

It's God Himself who weeps
His tears that collect
At the foot of His Throne.
Unending love like that
It's my Abba, that I forgot and left.