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