I'm a hypocrite, a sinner, a saint in training, and by God's grace,
If I try hard enough to follow Him, someday I'll see His face.
Against God I rail, because I always fail.
It's who I am.
I'm a fighter, a survivor; even when I lose hope
A word, a hug, a caring thought helps me cope.
Though I am crying, I keep on trying.
It's who I am.
I'm not perfect; I do not always do the things I should.
I hope that when my time has come, I've done the best I could.
I will fake it until I make it.
It's who I am.
Washed in the blood of the Lamb, I am His, with the responsibility,
Imperfect as I am, to do His service to the best of my ability.
With all glory and praise to thee,
It's who I am.