I'll admit I'm glad we're not disciples Out on a lake paralyzed 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 think I've fallen for more than Bathsheba Your creation's 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 at least down here I know what we're chasing And it's hard to trust your dreams are so much better than mine
But 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?
And if you wanted me to be like you Why'd you make me like me?