I don't beg and I don't grovel
But I find myself at the door of a man I grew up bowing to
In classrooms, wearing pleated skirts and collared shirts
Next to a boy who said that he loved Jesus
As far as I knew
Before we sat too close in religion
And he said it wouldn't offend God
If it was him
No, God I swear I really did believe him
I left myself behind that day like he did
So no I don't beg
And I don't grovel
But maybe there'll be space at His table
I knocked at the door of the devil
Cause I hear he takes a soul and that's an easy price to pay
But I find even he's ignoring my offer
This soul must be too bruised, damaged or battered
I don't know who out there can hear me
I'm begging for reprieve I'm on my knees
I know I said I don't need a savior
But if you make this stop I will believe
S no I don't beg
And I don't grovel
But maybe there'll be space
At his table
To think of me