I'm slow to do the things I know I should do
I'm quick to do the foolish things I hate
I'm afraid to face this chaos I've created
I dug this grave
I question that your promises are for me
I don't believe you when you say that you won't leave
I'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm a captive
I can't get free
But this I call to mind the love of Christ has washed me white
Your mercies new are always true no matter pain or vice
This I call to mind
You come for me when I don't know I need you
You love the darkest parts of hearts that you expose
And though I'm guilty I'm assured that Jesus loves me
This I know
And on the days I don't
This I call to mind the love of Christ has washed me white
Your mercies new are always true no matter pain or vice
This I call to mind
This I call to mind
This I call to mind the love of Christ has washed me white
Your mercies new are always true no matter pain or vice
This I call to mind
This I call to mind