I Suck (Confessions of a Doormat)
I guess you could say that I have a lot of friends
I've never met a stranger and
My friendships have no end and
I say that not to brag but to say they don't depend
On if my friend has been a good friend or on anything they've said
They say it's because I'm a better person than most others
I'll hold open doors for elder people, pregnant mothers
I'd give family anything and I'd die for my brothers
But I suck.
I guess there's no way around it
And if you want the reason I help other people, well you found it
Are you astounded?
You probably think I'm crazy, but let me tell you something about sinners
Because when it comes to wronging people, I swear, I'm no beginner
Because even though your sin can be inner
You're still a sinner
Some of us are just better at hiding it
Speaking of hiding, that's me every day
I'd hide from my shadow if it got in my way
I'm scared of the dark so I sleep in the light
But I'm still scared of the sounds that I hear in the night
Cuz I don't know if they're real or if they're just inside my brain
And any attempt to shut it up will go in vain
So I'm scared to be living but I'm scared to be dead
And I'm scared of these thoughts that are inside my head
I want to help people but I'm too scared of myself
I got a friend who needs me now but I can't even help her
Cuz I'm over here with my nose against a wall
While everyone around me is hurting, tripping, falling
And stalling?
That's become almost a hobby
But I see the work of Jesus and all I want is to copy Him
He came down to the world, bled and died to set us free
And not just for the saints but for sucky people like me
I suck, I do
But Jesus didn't care
So I don't want to care so I'll love people everywhere
They're gonna hurt me, I know, but that's okay
And I know that because I hurt other people every day
But they still love me
Yeah, I suck
There's no way around it
But grace has saved my life and it's the thing that keeps me grounded
And when I say grounded, I mean grounded cuz I'm underneathe your feet
I'm a doormat cuz I know my breath- it isn't mine to keep
So here, take it. I'll give my breath to you
Just know that it's because that's what my Savior would do.
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