This Guy

You look at me and say can't you see you're living like a hypocrite you're living a life that just doesn't fit when will "you guys" ever get it you go around trying to proclaim my life would be better if i'd follow that guy what's his name? Jesus Christ, like He could suffice. whats the difference in our lives? I ask you say I strive for better and I think I want better but I also want pleasure cant I have both; Yes But suddenly I think of all the loss I'm constantly reminded of what it will cost if I follow that guy what's his name? Jesus Christ, you tell me He gave his life as a sacrifice? Now, could He really suffice? Because you see my needs are many and shame, oh shame of that I have plenty and still you stand there and say to me confess this guy as Lord and I will be set free? Just how do you know that Oh, it can't be that easy Because dark is the closet in which I sit in the company of all my rebellion scattered are the bones of all my skeletons and you say that guy, that Jesus guy would suffice? with His sacrifice? Oh but the price I will have to pay if I let yet another day slip by without him oh, I just want to cry out Help me! Help me! Help me understand this guy, that man whose grace flows like a river that never ends whose mercy is unending whose love is real, not pretending whose life was given as a ransom for mine? you know, I thought you lived like a hypocrite, but now I see its like a fire that's lit in your heart I thought you were trying to be righteous, better, than me but in righteousness you strive now I see all along I thought that guy that He wasn't for me how blind could I be So you say that guy Jesus, His grace can cover my shame? His love can heal my pain? it all sounds to good to be true and by the way did I say thank you?