Album: Second Hand Clothing
I've been quick to point a finger
At things I find outrageous
Well, I wonder who I'll point at
When I read my life on pages
When I play my final number
You know it really won't take long to realize
I sang a hypocrite song
Oh, ly-dee-dye, oh, ly-dee-dee
I thank the Lord that there's a heaven
Full of hypocrites like me
So tell the angels to get ready
Because it may not be too long
Until I come to sing my hypocrite song
I preach about redemption
As I look you in the face
Then I'm convinced I must be dying
But it's just something that I ate
Well, it's Jesus who gives mercy
That makes a weak man strong
So he can stand and sing
His hypocrite song
Oh, ly-dee-dye, oh, ly-dee-dee
I thank You, Lord, that there's a heaven
Full of hypocrites like me
So tell the angels to get ready
Because it may not be too long
Until I come to sing my hypocrite song
Well, I can't wait to meet my Savior
And look Him in the face
Shake His hand and plainly thank Him
For forgiving my mistakes
And for helping me remember
That even when I'm right, I'm wrong
Then we'll rejoice and sing
This hypocrite song
Oh, ly-dee-dye, oh, ly-dee-dee
I thank You, Lord, that there's a heaven
Full of hypocrites like me
So tell the angels to get ready
Because it may not be too long
Until I come to sing my hypocrite song, whoo!
Oh, ly-dee-dye, oh, ly-dee-dee
I thank You, Lord, there's room in heaven
For one more hypocrite like me
So tell the angels to get ready
Because it may not be too long
Until I come to sing my hypocrite song
Until I come to sing my hypocrite song
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