The Eye Of The Needle

We bow our heads but I don't mean what I pray. I know I'll turn my back to You and sin again. My throat is strong but my voice is so weak. We claim to be moving mountains, but all I see is a running mouth. This greed consumes me. I build a bridge that can't hold the weight of my sin (Im falling down) and I fall. I fall face down. But I cry out in pain. I can't stand to see my life as fake! Only my God, my real master can see the wreck that I am and love me the same. This greed consumes me, I build a bridge that cant hold the weight of my sin and I fall. I fall face down. If God is for me, who can be against me? Make the mistake of showing your face! There will be blood as I learn to disobey my flesh. There will be blood! I'll stand up and when I'm knocked back down I'll get up and when they tear me down I won't give up because I found Love.