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