The Silver

If You saw just who I am

If You knew all my deeds

Would You let me share this bread?

Would You still wash my feet?

I have walked with You miles

And I believe what You say

But You don't know who I am

A man who can't be saved

I'm not a Peter and I'm not a John

I'm just a thief and a coward of a man

All that I wanted was to sit by Your side

But the silver won out because of my wounded pride