When I let myself believe in me I feel my faith become riddled with disease I remember the day You spoke my name, You said come follow me But my stand is weak, I feel ashamed, I say don't bother me Too much of me and not enough of You Put me in this mud that I'm crawling through-yeah I need You to free me from this impurity, impurity--yeah So I crawl to You, so full of shame I know You're there for me but it doesn't feel the same Feel the same There's too much of me --yea You take me by the hand and reveal to me Why You created me Now I understand why, why You've been called The King of Kings Too much of me and not enough of You Shoved me in this hole and I'm calling You, yeah I need you to free me from this impurity, impurity--yeah There's too much of me--yeah