I've done a few things in my day that I don't talk about.
But when my fingers hit the keys all the confessions spill out.
No way I'm perfect, not even close
Always I fall short
I'm a sinner and my sins our Savior will abort.
I break rules and use foul words
That I'm not supposed to know.
But I ask for grace and love
Only God can show.
When I'm hurting, when I'm sad
I have a place to turn
For I can pray for help and love
When evil fires burn.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
I've done a few things in my day that I don't talk about.
But when my fingers hit the keys all the confessions spill out.
No way I'm perfect, not even close
Always I fall short
I'm a sinner and my sins our Savior will abort.
I break rules and use foul words
That I'm not supposed to know.
But I ask for grace and love
Only God can show.
When I'm hurting, when I'm sad
I have a place to turn
For I can pray for help and love
When evil fires burn.
