(I Call Mine) Kryptonite

Let me tell you a story about some days gone by
I use to think I was Superman, even thought that I could fly
Invincible and mighty with a Bible in my hand
that was until my Achilles heel kicked down my castle made of sand

Some call it their "thorn in the flesh"
Some call it their "cross to bear"
I just simply call mine kryptonite

My bizarro faith ran rampant, felt invulnerable to sin
My fight for grace and mercy was crumbling from within
The disguise I wore was slipping, my crime the latest buzz
The papers cried "where is he ?" (a million miles from where I was)

Some call it their "thorn in the flesh"
Some call it their "cross to bear"
I just simply call mine kryptonite

Skeletons in closets, dirt under their rugs.
Might be anger, pride or abuse, it might be the latest drugs
To some it might be money to some it might be power

Some might be caught in the net in the wee night hours
Some call it their "thorn in the flesh"
Some call it their "cross to bear"
I just simply call mine kryptonite

Our enemy is subtle then rears his ugly head
Trying to defeat us wishing, we were dead
Though we often lose the battle the war's ultimately won
There's victory in the Spirit and forgiveness in the Son

Some call it their "thorn in the flesh"
Some call it their "cross to bear"
I just simply call mine kryptonite

You may call it your "thorn in the flesh"
You may call it your "cross to bear"
I just simply call mine kryptonite