Faith

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Oh I feel You’ve given up,
As I drink from this bitter cup.
You forgive my sins that are so great,
You never look at me in hate.

I thought Jesus had paid the price,
I thought that he had made it nice.
All my life I walked in fire,
Tattered clothes are my attire.

Through Jesus who is the cure,
You see me holy, pure.
I tried to turn from my sinful ways,
From the imperfections of my days.

But I keep getting cast down,
I am a heap here on the ground.
I’m plagued with sinfulness,
I find no way out of this mess.

Of my life I made a mess,
My sinful ways I now confess.
These sinful ways I want to quit,
This bitter herb on which I bit.

Reaching out was I wrong?
Of what I thought of all along?
This is a dream that’s made of wood,
Have I been evil, never good?

I’ve been walking in the fire,
Sinking deep into the mire.
Its been a waste, this pain and strife,
I’m just a loser in this life.

This dreadful life, which I have lived,
I offer up and freely give.
I thought I was being kind,
No longer fooled, and not so blind.

I’ll say no more I’m incomplete,
I throw myself down at Your feet.
I have lost all that You gave,
A life not deserved, You've saved.

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