The Rich, The Poor,

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