The Saint That Is Just Me

O I thought I'd be heroic and inspiring
I wanted to offer you the greatest sacrifice
Like all the saints who'd gone before me
I tried to prove my love for you, and so to gain the prize

I thought I'd be a martyr like Cecilia
I hoped I'd disappear like Saint Therese
Or wear a hidden crown of thorns like Rose of Lima
To heal the sick and raise the dead

When you hung upon the cross looking at me
You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else
You died so I could be the saint that is just me

I wanted to be poor and free like Francis
To cut off my long hair like lovely Clare
To be faithful like Mother Teresa in the darkness
Lord, wonʼt you make me just like her?

I tried to kneel for hours in the chapel corner
To persevere like Paul with all my sleepless nights
To stay awake and trim my lamp with ten wise virgins
To really give the devil a good fight

When you hung upon the cross looking at me
You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else
You died so I could be the saint that is just me
Just me, you died just for me
Just me, just me,] you died just for me

You saw that I was perfectly imperfect
O happy fault, the sin of Adam's pride
That's the reason that you became man
And bore the new Eve from your wounded side

If it weren't for my sins or wounds or weakness
Then you wouldn't have married me upon the cross
Why do I fear being seen naked and broken?
That's why you came; 'cause I need you that much

When you hung upon the cross looking at me
You didn't die so I would try to be somebody else
You died so I could be the saint that is just me