A life in Christ is new and pure.
It is new as a white sheet, as fresh snow
Pure as the light, the lamb’s wool, the sun’s glow.

But the old life lingers; we battle ourselves.
And sin reminds us of our inherent darkness:
Every stolen pen and cheated test,
The sleepless nights of a lustful mind
Or the greed of our own open indulging mouth
Words like ice, hate, ******, lies.

But a life in Christ is new and pure.
His grace is sufficient, and his power is perfect.
He molds us, and prunes, burns and removes,

Changes anew.

He was identified by miracles He shared
His blood so precious was shed
He came down earth cause He cared
To the heaven a path He prepared
He turned water into wine
For His flock to wine and dine
He'll come again when It's prime
To Earth where Love was His only crime

Every night my spiritual start suffering of the damaged that
I had done it, within lots of harmful misbehaves in my past life.

Will you ever forgive me, and demand to the clouds with a
Few drops of forgiveness, to wash myself away of all sins.

My mind is starving to read your bible, my soul is thirsty too
Meet with you, my heart is alive like me believes about you.

This Christmas I will spend my entire time, praying to The Lord,
To meet with you in my dream, to confuse you that I want

To be a soldier, or even slave in your kingdom, because earth
Forced me to be a sinner, but now I want to be your follower.

I believe that tears won't make me blind anymore, because
Remembering of you in my life, is the joy I only ever wanted.


26/10/2014