i was a dj
i was a user
i was a way fairing stranger
i was a dreamer
i was a pilot
i was a music store clerk
i was a writer
i was a part-time jerk
i was a painter
i was shallow as a grave
i was the instigator
i hurled insults at His name
i was forgiven
i was washed in the blood of the lamb
i am secure now
cant be plucked from the palm of His hand
i am a child
i am a star in the darkest night
i am on course now
saved by grace... clothed in light.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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AMEN!
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