The Rich, The Poor, - Over The Ocean

You’re coming to judge the living and dead

The rich and the poor are the same in your eyes

You’re coming to make these crooked paths straight

Make the wrong things right, bring dark into light

When you’re judging these things, have mercy on me

I am no better than those I’ve despised all my life

Have mercy on me

I know you are looking

For things that are pure

And I know I am filthy

You’re making me clean