I'll admit I'm glad we're not disiples,
Out on a lake paralized with fright.
'Cause I'm afraid I might have laughed at Peter,
Until he stepped into that stormy night.
If You wanted me to walk on water,
Why'd you make the solid ground seem so right?
And i'll admit i'm glad i'm not King David,
Ruling over everything i see.
Cause I'd think i'd fallen for more then Bathsheba,
Your creations a temptation for me.
If you wanted me to love you only,
Why'd you make the moonlight sparkle in her eyes?
I'll admit i'm glad i'm not John the Baptist,
In a jail cell waiting for my day to die.
Cause atleast down here i know what were chasing,
And it's hard to trust Your dreams are so much better then mine.
If you wanted me to die to myself,
Why'd you make me fall so deeply in love with life?
If you wanted me to surrender,
Why'd you make these hands able to hold on... So tight?
So tight.
If you wanted me to be like you,
Why'd you make me... like me??