Back on My Feet

lanaevans

My slate is filthy, I'm guilty of sinning.

I let the devil win too many times.

I've been pulled into the darkness where I felt nothing but empty.

I was hopeless, I just knew I was going to die.

So why am I alive?

Because Jesus, my Lord reached his hand out to me.

I took it quickly, he heals the sick and

He brought me back on my feet.

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