TITLE: A Saint's Eternal Song By marcella franseen 08/25/11 |
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“A comedy of errors,” she says with a sigh
Isn’t that the life I’m leading?
But a comedy it’s not, for I’m playing the fool
It’s a drama that’s left me bleeding
I make my choices, sleep in my beds
Chasing the dream of love and freedom
But my dream is a ruse, made up in my head
Now I’m being chased by the demons
Alcohol, drugs, and sleeping around
Broken, in a ditch, left to die
I try to call out, but I utter no sound
The thick shame choking off every cry
Then a voice, I somehow know, calls my name
“Arise, and live!” It demands
I’m changed forever, I’ll never be the same
I feel the scars as I take His hands
Clothed in His honor, my shame is gone
His broken body the source of my healing
By His blood, I have love that goes on and on
My freedom bought by His death and rising
A comedy of errors my life is no longer
Much more like an eternal song
I’ll sing the praises of my Lord and Savior
For all of eternity long
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