When I am estranged
When I don't fit in
When no one cares
When I'm alone
Christ Jesus knows all
He knows what's in man
He knows me best
He knows my worst
And I am a chief
Of sinners that is
From what I know
I am the worst
Yet still in my sin
I read this in awe:
"Christ died for us"
Saturday, January 10, 2009
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One of the things I've always wanted to do is write songs/poetry. This is my first real attempt, inspired by the sermon tonight at BBC. I'm not sure I want to know what you think about it; it is what it is. I really enjoy the last two stanzas (is that the right word?).
ReplyDeletehaha yes, stanza is the right word. and i agree, i really like your last lines, especially the second to last stanza, but i already told you that :). keep it up, scott; i look forward to reading more!
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