If you could see
My filth ridden heart
You would only want to tear me apart
You see my outside
I look like I'm chill
And I've got everything under control
The truth is
I battle my heart constantly
I am the chief of sinners
In need of a savior
I fight pressures on all sides
When I jump into the fight all alone
I'm sent spinning
My strength just isn't enough to win
I begin to cave in because all these pressures are to much for me
But it's not about me
It's not my fight
It's a burden I was never meant to bear alone
It's the fight that was won two thousand years ago
I'm just feeling the aftershock
The truth is that I'm a sinner who is just a fool
But when Jesus came in my soul
I began to ignite
And God made one of his knights
This heart isn't mine it belongs to my King
Jesus Christ