Hesed,Emev.
By grace and truth, I live.
Jesus came for those who messed up.
Not for the rich, the abundance or such.
Sometimes I sit alone.
Asking why is this soul half filled, forlorn.
He turns around and makes me think.
What does this soul wants and can bring?
When I lean not on grace and truth,
but on my weakness and doubts.
That's where I fall, six feet down.
But as I sat with many in church today.
My pastor spoke of truth and grace.
Hesed,Emev.
Lord, I live.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 1:05 PM UTC
Hesed,Emev.
By grace and truth, I live.
Jesus came for those who messed up.
Not for the rich, the abundance or such.
Sometimes I sit alone.
Asking why is this soul half filled, forlorn.
He turns around and makes me think.
What does this soul wants and can bring?
When I lean not on grace and truth,
but on my weakness and doubts.
That's where I fall, six feet down.
But as I sat with many in church today.
My pastor spoke of truth and grace.
Hesed,Emev.
Lord, I live.
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