When I wake up I don't even pray,
Start my day, everything is looking grey,
Wanna scream, I lost my key,
If I don't get going I'm gonna be late,
'Cause people at work, I don't even like, do me mean,
Oh, how I despise,
I wish they'd get out of my life so I could look to you.

And I'm sorry, I'm sorry for messing up,
And I'm sorry for doubting you.

It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love,
It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love.

When I get home I turn my music on; a couple CDs should be gone,
Cussing words in my head, in my brain until I go to bed,
Switch on my cable TV, I hear some profanity
What this world wants me to be,
Open my eyes so I can see.

And I'm sorry, I'm sorry for messing up,
And I'm sorry for doubting you.

It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love,
It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love.

It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love,
It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love,
It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love,
It's time to get real in your faith,
Tell the world of his love for you.