Throughout my life/I've been an example of being unworthy of his grace/still he continues to bless me,love me and keep me safe/i have tirned my back on him/denied him/tried to walk on my own/but as the father of the prodical son/he welcomed me back home/i thought i had the answers with alcohol and drugs/when they were all gone and the bottle was empty/what remained was his love/there was times i wanted to die/even attempted suicide/he took my life in his hand/assured me i could survive/let me know nomatter how hard it seemed/he would always see me through/wash me in his blood/make me new/they say everytime we sin/its like we crucify him again/so i try the best i can/to live faithfully in his plan.
- Author: Quietstorm_Dru ( Offline)
- Published: September 11th, 2016 16:29
- Category: Spiritual
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