Concerns

Standing in a sea of people, so many voices
 Faces shaped by different stories, so many choices
 From the pauper to the wealthy man
 From the high down to the low
 Does our star shine any brighter?
 Everybody wants to know
 It concerns me
 Do I know You know my name in this crowded place?
 Do I know You're not ashamed of my life's disgraces?
 Do You wash my sins away so I don't wear stains?
 It concerns me
 Staring at this sea of people, I hear them calling
 Each one seeking self perfection, I see them falling
 Did You really heal the dying man?
 Did You really save his soul?
 Could this God wash one like me?
 Everybody wants to know
 It concerns me
 Do I know You know my name in this crowded place?
 Do I know You're not ashamed of my life's disgraces?
 Do You wash my sins away so I don't wear stains?
 It concerns me
 I might as well be nameless the times I feel so small
 But all the love You sent is evidence
 You see me standing tall
 It concerns me
 Do I know You know my name in this crowded place?
 Do I know You're not ashamed of my life's disgraces?
 Do You wash my sins away so I don't wear stains?
 It concerns me
 And I know You know my name in this crowded place
 And I know You're not ashamed of my life's disgraces
 You wash my sins away so I don't wear stains