The Old Man Lies

If I’m playing to my strength
I’m playing to You
‘Cause I’m the weakest man
That I ever knew
I’m older than I look
But not nearly as wise
I believe the truth
I believe the lies

I’m broken on the floor
With my hands tied
I’m broken on the floor
But the old man won’t die

No matter what I plan
I still do what I hate
And my every move
Lands me on my face
The clearer I see You
The more I wanna hide
The chasm there
The great divide

Will You be found?
Will You be found?

Be not far from me
For trouble is near
There is none to help
Only You can hear
Can You put to death the old man
And make a new creation?
Am I strong enough to believe?

When I’m broken on the floor
With my hands tied
I’m broken on the floor
But I won’t die

I’m broken on the floor
With my hands tied
I’m broken on the floor
But the old man won’t die