I got shame that lives in my mirror, and doubt that rests in my bed
Ghosts hiding in the hallway, that I haven't let go of yet
My mistakes sit in my top drawer, not safe under lock and key
Bad choices spread across the floor scrapes on both of my knees
I need fifty second chances and a hundred near misses
A thousand more I'm sorries and a million questions why
Though I don't' yet have a martyrs faith, I'm willing to try
Forgive me for all my circumstances,
Thank you for fifty second chances
Lord I know, I know that your listening, I'm not used to praying out loud
Your mercy is the balm to my wounds, and I'm calling you now,
Lord I need fifty second chances, . and a hundred near misses
A thousand more I'm sorries and a million questions why
Though I don't' yet have a martyrs faith, I'm willing to try
Forgive me for all my circumstances,
Thank you for fifty second chances.
I don't know where I'd be, without the grace you give to me,
And my fifty second chances, and a hundred near misses
A thousand more I'm sorries and a million questions why
Though I don't' yet have a martyrs faith, I'm willing to try
Forgive me for all my circumstances,
Thank you for fifty second chances
For fifty second chances, thank you for fifty second chances.