Romans

Well yes I guess it’s true
I’m not as good as some of you
I may never wear a wedding dress of white
And you may think you know my worth
you keep his books down here on earth
and you know the cost of that heavenly flight
You may think you know the plan
that you’re the judge at his right hand
you know His will, His wisdom, and His way
You think you’ll stand by old Saint Peter
and whisper, «No not that one either.
Just trust me and do as I say.»
But vengeance is mine said the Lord
I do believe that means that vengeance isn’t yours
To heaven your vanity clings
But you can’t hide your pride in angels' wings
You may think you have the right
that you are bathed in holy light
that you know who is lost and who is saved
But you can’t know that holy mind
or know to Him which child’s divine
or on whose heart the light of glory is emblazed
But vengeance is mine said the Lord
I do believe that means that vengeance isn’t yours
To heaven your vanity clings
But you can’t hide your pride in angels' wings