Friday, March 12, 2010



Lord, it's difficult to believe
That I am what you want
Sinful, unattractive soul
How come to me you point

When asked who are your children
Your finger reaches out
I look around to see behind
It's me, you leave no doubt

How can a Heavenly Father
Have a child from which sin pours
You answer, "Jesus Christ, my dear"
Who died to make me Yours

On this day, I bow down
To repent and to renew
A distant, lost, and lonely soul
That's on fire now for you

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