Why can't I just say, "Well done," and mean it true?
I want to cheer you on, but something holds me in, it's me, it's you.

I want to congratulate them, let kindness ring,
But the human in me whispers, "Hold back, let doubt cling."
It's not that I don't feel the joy I should,
It's the human in me, tangled up in good.

I dream of doing right, of paths that shine so bright,
Yet the human in me makes the climb a fight.
I reach for the stars, but stumble on the ground,
The human in me, sometimes a frown, sometimes a crown.

I yearn to walk with God, in the light we're meant to see,
But the human in me makes it hard,...