God in My Own Image

I don’t want to worship a
god
I made in my own image
and what’s the use of a savior
who depends on my righteousness
maybe I’ve been seeing things wrong
maybe I don’t know you at all
maybe I’ve been seeing things wrong
maybe you’re not so much like me
oh holy ghost
please unravel my illusions
when the perfect comes
the imperfect will pass away
when I know you
my perceptions won’t mean anything
Who are you
can I know you
in this life
in this body
with this sick, apathetic heart
or am I too far
when the perfect comes
the imperfect will pass away
when I know you
my perceptions won’t mean anything
so show me who you are
show me who you really are