You’re Not Special

You’re not special
There’s nothing good in you
You’re not on another level
There’s no use hiding from the Truth
You’re a boy, a child
Too stupid to be a man
Your sin is running wild
Like a fire in dry lands

You’re not special
You’re not special
You’re not special

“Average” describes you
“Mediocre” is your name
You’re like pigeons in a zoo
Like a repressed memory of shame
People don’t care to remember
They’d much rather ignore
So milquetoast, hold your temper
Be content that you’re a bore

You’re not special
You’re not special
You’re not special

What an anthem to hold so tight
What a pain to bring to light
What despair to prideful hearts
What terror to such bright starts

You’re not special
But the One who bought you is

Seated in the Heavens
Ruling from His throne
Ordained by God the Father
To bring the sinners home
Jesus Christ the Son of God
Redeemed me from the Fall
Such amazing treasure
To purchase the worst of all

I’m not special
I’m not special
I’m not special

But I was purchased by the Lord
What an anthem to hold so tight
What a joy to bring to light
What relief to prideful hearts
What hope to birth bright starts