Emptiness
Is a sort of bliss
My thinking about
The sins that were forgiven

Now I am clean
When I believe
About all that was paid
For you and me

Somehow fear and doubt
Crawl in my head and I die again

I wish I could have lived a perfect life without him
One without blemish, spot or iniquity
But I’m discovering that perfection is not the goal
Only to believe in his perfection. Be perfect as I AM perfect.

Let’s get the word out
Let’s show how his world there is no fear
Only believe on him his lonely and scattered children
Let’s be raised with one father and break bread in the kitchen