(Proverbs 3: 1-7)
I, I am torn from the inside out
Seeing clear, all my fears and all my doubts
Sin has stained my hands
And like a puppeteer, it holds my strings
Oh, didn't I say this all before
Isn't that my face print on the floorboards
Haven't my tears washed the floors here many times
Chorus
I am Adam, but not quite a man
Looking for salvation in my own plan, in my own stand
God is breaking down the pride, enslaving me, taking me
I'm not too far gone
I need your truth to rescue me
And your touch is what I need to set me free
The dim light that I shine
Is showing the tracks I follow to be mine
Oh, didn't I say this all before
Isn't that my face print on the floorboards
Haven't my tears washed the floors here many times
Chorus
I am Adam, but not quite a man
Looking for salvation in my own plan, in my own stand
God is breaking down the pride, enslaving me, taking me
I'm not too far gone
Repeat chorus
