You're coming to judge the living and
dead
the rich and the poor are the same in
your eyes
You're coming to make these crooked
paths straight
and make the wrong things right; turn
dark into light
When you're judging these things have
mercy on me
I am no better than those I've
despised all my life
Have mercy on me
I know you are looking for things that
are pure
and I know I am filthy but you're
making me clean
