I'm not a rock Do i believe it or not For i have denied The grace i received by name The saints of old Chickened out when the rooster crowed Still they were forgiven Without consequence or blame {chorus}: I'm trying, crying, denying But i want to be a true believer Giving up, running out, full of doubt Still i want to be a true believer When even my best Has fallen short of the test I see His arms outstretched To the low & the wretched to save Lowest of the low, where can i go Drowning in a pit, lift me out of it Lift me up Lift me up, fill my cup, lead me on I want to be a true believer Lead me on, take my hand, help me stand I want to be a true believer