I'll admit I'm glad we're not disciplesnOut on a lake paralyzed with frightnCause I'm afraid I might have laughed at PeternUntil he stepped into that stormy nightnIf You wanted me to walk on waternWhy'd You make the solid ground seem so right?nnAnd I'll admit I'm glad I'm not King DavidnRuling over everything I seenCause I think I've fallen for more than BathshebanYour creation's a temptation for menIf You wanted me to love You onlynWhy'd you make the moonlight sparkle in her eyes?nnI'll admit I'm glad I'm not John the BaptistnIn a jail cell waiting for my day to dienCause at least down here I know what we're chasingnAnd it's hard to trust Your dreams are so much better than minenBut if You wanted me to die to myselfnWhy'd You make me fall so deeply in love with life?nnIf You wanted me to surrendernWhy'd You make these hands able to hold on so tight?nSo tight?nnAnd if You wanted me to be like YounWhy'd You make me like me?