Scott MacIntyre - Fifty Second Chances lyrics

I got shame that lives in my mirror, and doubt that rests in my bed Ghosts hiding in the hallway, that I haven't let go of yet My mistakes sit in my top drawer, not safe under lock and key Bad choices spread across the floor scrapes on both of my knees I need fifty second chances and a hundred near misses A thousand more I'm sorries and a million questions why Though I don't' yet have a martyrs faith, I'm willing to try Forgive me for all my circumstances, Thank you for fifty second chances Lord I know, I know that your listening, I'm not used to praying out loud Your mercy is the balm to my wounds, and I'm calling you now, Lord I need fifty second chances, . and a hundred near misses A thousand more I'm sorries and a million questions why Though I don't' yet have a martyrs faith, I'm willing to try Forgive me for all my circumstances, Thank you for fifty second chances. I don't know where I'd be, without the grace you give to me, And my fifty second chances, and a hundred near misses A thousand more I'm sorries and a million questions why Though I don't' yet have a martyrs faith, I'm willing to try Forgive me for all my circumstances, Thank you for fifty second chances For fifty second chances, thank you for fifty second chances.