I’ve heard these stories all my life,
Every Sunday morning I met Jesus at the felt-board,
I’ve heard these stories so many times,
Of how and why you died, and how I can live.

But you said that all sins can be forgiven,
But when you said that, did you mean me?
Did you mean me?

You said that we could be more like you,
But did you know what I’d do? How I’d fall so short?
And you said confession leads to healing,
Do you see I’m here and kneeling, and I’m still not well?

But you said that faith can move a mountain,
But when you said that, did you mean me?

Did you mean me when you said we were made in your image?
‘Cause I don’t see much of you in this reflection,
Did you mean me when you said we would do even greater things?
‘Cause I don’t see anything that I have to offer you,
Did you mean me?

Did you mean me when you said we were made in your image?
‘Cause I don’t see much of you in this reflection,
Did you mean me when you said we would do even greater things?
‘Cause I don’t see anything that I have to offer you.

You said you would never leave us,
But when you said that, did you mean me?
Please don’t leave me.

Did you mean me?