Verse 1

I'd been to every Church, every temple,

Bowed down my head in sincere prayer.

But you left me empty handed there.

It seemed like you didn't even care.

Verse 2

Weeks passed, I looked myself in the mirror,

I had broken all my moral codes,

I had been walking on sinful roads,

I had become the monster I loathe.

Pre Chorus

Then it hit me, mother was right all along.

You don't worship God with ceremonies and hymns.

A good child of God should always right the wrongs,

And build the better tomorrow they see in dreams.

Chorus

So this is me lying casually on my bed,

My wounded soul is kneeling in front of you instead.

Saying, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry,

Praying, for glory,

For glory.

And the strength to be a better person.

Verse 2

Father, this is who I've chosen to be,

Somebody who cries in stranger's pain,

One who makes people believe again,

And frees them from self inflicted chains.

Pre Chorus

Cause it hit me, mother was right all along.

You don't worship God with ceremonies and hymns.

A good child of God should always right the wrongs,

And build the better tomorrow they see in dreams.

Chorus

So this is me lying casually on my bed,

My wounded soul is kneeling in front of you instead.

Saying, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry,

Praying, for glory,

For glory.

And the strength to be a better person.

Chorus

So this is me lying casually on my bed,

My wounded soul is kneeling in front of you instead.

Saying, I'm sorry,

I'm sorry,

Praying, for glory,

For glory.

And the strength to be a better person.