Текст песни The Pharisee and the Tax Collector - Phanatik , Json , Timothy Brindle

The Pharisee and Tax Collector (based on Luke 18: 9-14)
Featuring Phanatik and J'Son
1- Phanatik, as "the Pharisee"

I'm just a man but I stand before you Lord, Your standards are so pure
But I'm sure you've gotta hand it to your boy
Cause as I draw nearer to the mirror of your law
I'm in awe cause now I see myself clearer, like where's the flaws
I'm mean I got flaws in me to an extent
But not as many flaws as some, hint hint
What's with this fellow here bellowing prayers
Melancholy mellow with his head low in tears
Yeah he's probably gotta be a real sinner unlike one like such as I
I trust this guy won't be justified
By his works, look at him lookin' like it hurts to repent
Since when was pain part of penitence
Nah that ain't true, God I thank you
You made me just a little lower than the angels
So I know you must be pleased with my life they say that Jesus is Christ
But who needs him when my deeds are so righteous
Commentary 1- J'Son
Now this man seems to be confident in his works but/
Under the surface we'll see what he has truly worked up/ so
For the Pharisee we'll say its fair to see apparently
He hasn't seen the dirt that he had worked up but/
The mirrors there to behold the man/
He sees a broken mirror not a broken man/
No hope in the Lamb/
The hopes in his hands and so/
Does he meet the standard we know the answers "NO!" 2-timothy brindle, as "the Tax Collector"
God! I've come to Your temple, abundantly sinful,
So Your Judgment is kindled: Your Wrath's displeasure/
But I hear Your Love can extend to rugged and simple men, c
Uz Your Son He was sent for: Tax Collectors/
Sin's defiled my soul, feels insurmountable, but Your abundant grace is bountiful/
I should be crushed and die, and thrust aside for my folly/
But I trust inside, You justify the ungodly (Rom. 4: 5)/
That's what I am, an evil wretch/ so I beat my chest,
Yet the only thing pleasing You is Jesus' death/
On my knees I admit this, I'm the chief of all sinners/
I'm grieved, cuz even my best deeds, they are wicked/
So I seek Your forgiveness, that Jesus can give us/
Since His bleeding is finished, You said He is Sufficient/
I'm a sinner who is cursed completely/ so my only hope is that You'll "mercy-seat" me!
Commentary 2- J'Son
But the other man known as a thief and crook/
Refused to even lift his head to the heavens and look/
He recognizes he can't offer the deeds he has done
To a holy God who would only just see them as dung/
So he beats his chest and cries for mercy/ (Father!)
Lord I'm a sinner no I'm not worthy/
So I tell you that this man will be seen as JUST/
Cause instead of his deeds he looked to Yahweh to place his trust! (Yes!)