The Saint That is Just Me

The Saint that Is Just Me

Oh I thought I'd be heroic and inspiring

I wanted to offer You the greatest sacrifice

Like all the Saints who've gone before me

I tried to prove my love for You and so to gain the prize

I thought I'd be a martyr like Cecilia

I hoped I'd disappear like St. Therese.

Or wear a hidden crown of thorns like Rose of Lima

To heal the sick and raise the dead.

When You hung upon the Cross looking at me

You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else,

You died so I could be, the saint that is just me.

I wanted to be poor and free like Francis,

To cut off my long hair like lovely Clare.

To be faithful like Mother Teresa in the darkness

Lord, won't you make me just like her?

I tried to kneel for hours in the Chapel corner

To persevere like Paul wih all my sleepless nights

To stay awake and trim my lamp with ten wise virgins,

To really give the devil a good fight.

When you hung upon the Cross looking at me

You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else,

You died so I could be, the saint that is just me.

Just me, Just me.

You died just for me.

just me, just me

You died just for me.

You saw that  I was perfectly imperfect

O happy fault the sin of Adam's pride

Thats the reason that you became man

and bore the New eve from your wounded side

If it weren't for my sins and wounds and weakness,

Then you wouldn't have married me upon the Cross

Why do I fear being seen naked and broken?

That's why you came  because I need you that much.

When you hung upon the Cross looking at me

You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else,

You died so I could be, the saint that is just me.