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Thoughts flood Like the flow of blood Deep in my veins I lose the reins I may wonder What if the thunder Hit me one night Hearing out of sight What if I had begun What should not be done Would I be alive Would I thrive No matter how futile I wonder once in a while What if I did not surrender Would I be much better What if the blade cut Would it have shut All these open doors Would others be there Would people still care It is in these stars I think of all my scars Scars that cannot be seen Scars that have always been Christ has set me free indeed Yet I still have this great need Sin remains my fight Even in the dark night I have true salvation But recall the abomination That once was me And looking back I see That growth has taken place As I tirelessly pursue His face I cannot claim That I’m the same As the one I follow I’ve my own sorrow I’ve my own blemishes Yet He finishes The faith I’ve been given Because He has risen It is in my eyes That I realize That no amount Of inner doubt No what if thought Could make Him nought Even the worst me Is loved endlessly No matter how wrong He makes me belong
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
The Worst Me
Thoughts flood Like the flow of blood Deep in my veins I lose the reins I may wonder What if the thunder Hit me one night Hearing out of sight What if I had begun What should not be done Would I be alive Would I thrive No matter how futile I wonder once in a while What if I did not surrender Would I be much better What if the blade cut Would it have shut All these open doors Would others be there Would people still care It is in these stars I think of all my scars Scars that cannot be seen Scars that have always been Christ has set me free indeed Yet I still have this great need Sin remains my fight Even in the dark night I have true salvation But recall the abomination That once was me And looking back I see That growth has taken place As I tirelessly pursue His face I cannot claim That I’m the same As the one I follow I’ve my own sorrow I’ve my own blemishes Yet He finishes The faith I’ve been given Because He has risen It is in my eyes That I realize That no amount Of inner doubt No what if thought Could make Him nought Even the worst me Is loved endlessly No matter how wrong He makes me belong
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
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