Tempation, it is bitter
But so hard to resist;
If no one knows my own mind
But the Lord Almighty,
Then why is it so easy
For my worship to become a lie?

My family has endured me
My friends, they do not know me
And all in all, all I have
Is myself and Christ to help me.

I want to soar so badly
But my wings were clipped somehow;
My peers are all high in the trees,
While I'm down here on the ground.

It's a battle fought within me
Deep inside my soul;
A fight to the death,
The New Man fights the Old.

My dreams, they haunt and mock me
And the traits I want so badly--
Integrity, love, responsibility--
Somehow seem to evade me.

Temptation, it is bitter
And no one can resist.
We all know our own minds,
But then, so does the Lord.
Yet still, it is so easy,
For our worship to be a lie.