I told you that God loved you,
Then turned and prayed for your punishment.
I preached about forgiveness,
And called down fire from heaven.
I said God was slow to anger,
Then told you you were going to hell.
What am I becoming?
Where is the mercy I received?
When did I become the Judge?
This is the hypocrite in me.
I ate you up with my bitterness,
While telling you to 'bear the cost'.
I said His yoke was easy,
It's your own fault you're so burdened.
What am I becoming?
Where is the mercy I received?
When did I become the Judge?
This is the hypocrite in me.
I told you how easy it is for me,
All the while hanging by a thread.
I kept a smile plastered on,
While I struggled with my guilt.
What am I becoming?
Where is the mercy I received?
When did I become the Judge?
This is the hypocrite in me.
God, help me surrender.
God, give me strength.
I want to be honest.
I want to tell the truth.
Change me, make me yours alone.
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