The Pharisee And The Tax Collector (feat. feat Phanatik & Json)

I’m just a man but I stand before you lord, your standards are so pure

But I’m sure you’ve gotta hand it to your boy

'Cause as I draw nearer to the mirror of your law

I’m in awe 'cause now I see myself clearer, like where’s the flaws

I’m mean I got flaws in me to an extent

But not as many flaws as some, hint hint

What’s with this fellow here bellowing prayers

Melancholy mellow with his head low in tears

Yeah he’s probably gotta be a real sinner unlike one like such as I

I trust this guy won’t be justified

By his works, look at him lookin’ like it hurts to repent

Since when was pain part of penitence

Nah that ain’t true, God I thank you

You made me just a little lower than the angels

So I know you must be pleased with my life they say that Jesus is Christ

But who needs him when my deeds are so righteous

Now this man seems to be confident in his works but

Under the surface we’ll see what he has truly worked up

So for the pharisee we’ll say its fair to see apparently

He hasn’t seen the dirt that he had worked up but

The mirrors there to behold the man

He sees a broken mirror not a broken man

No hope in the lamb

The hopes in his hands and so

Does he meet the standard we know the answers no!

God! I’ve come to your temple, abundantly sinful

So your judgment is kindled: Your wrath’s displeasure

But I hear your love can extend to rugged and simple men

'Cause your son he was sent for: Tax collectors

Sin’s defiled my soul, feels insurmountable

But your abundant grace is bountiful

I should be crushed and die, and thrust aside for my folly

But I trust inside, you justify the ungodly

That’s what I am, an evil wretch/ so I beat my chest

Yet the only thing pleasing you is Jesus’ death

On my knees I admit this, I’m the chief of all sinners

I’m grieved, 'cause even my best deeds, they are wicked

So I seek your forgiveness, that Jesus can give us

Since his bleeding is finished, you said he is sufficient

I’m a sinner who is cursed completely

So my only hope is that you’ll mercy-seat me

But the other man known as a thief and crook

Refused to even lift his head to the heavens and look

He recognizes he can’t offer the deeds he has done

To a holy God who would only just see them as dung

So he beats his chest and cries for mercy (father)

Lord I’m a sinner no I’m not worthy

So I tell you that this man will be seen as just

'Cause instead of his deeds he looked to yahweh to place his trust (yes)