I think it more than I should:
The lie that more power is good
Surely if I made the laws
I could heal all this world’s flaws

The problem that I fail to see
Is the evil inside of me
And my hunger to be the boss
Is largely my fear of a cross

True power is not be be found
Inside a book that is bound
But blood that is sacrificially
Shed as a curse on a tree

Maybe that’s the reason why
Christ says we must daily die
So that my evil and yours
His blood and body now cures

Don’t fight evil. Cure it.

Today I will summon the courage
To not fight the evil I see
But allow it to expose
The evil inside me
So Christ can destroy them both