Leader of the misfits

What a joy it is to serve and be friends
With people of distress that God may
Minister to me while my life is sought by kings

I know my heart is a wicked thing
But what could I have done to deserve this?
Say this is a lesson in friendships, in live, and forgiveness
Say anything, my God, because I feel like dying here

I am better than this
I am so much better than this
When will they recognize my name and my charm to know
I am much better than this?
I am better than this?

But I will still show honor, grace upon grace
As it's possible that I could
Be in your place someday
I just wish you knew how much this hurt
That I once wanted to be like you
And now I have to run from you

What terror I now feel with every step
(With every step and with every breath)
When will I be bereft of this fear of death?
When will I reach prophesy laid over me
And give this country a good king?

When is honor given to a fault?
Where do you draw the line and seek to overthrow?
I'm tired of giving mercy to no avail
And I'm tired of showing love, to be paid with hell

Do you know who I am? Or what I can do?
I am better that this, I am better that you
I know better than God