When people ask me why I believe the way I do why in God I still trust after all I have been through ? I take my time to respond, with meekness I explain . . . it wasnt God who went away it was I, who did not remain. God has never left my side, He has always been with me it was I, who became blind who chose His will not to see. It was I, who took the chance, who wandered off the path it was I, who stopped believing sin still strred up His wrath. God has never failed me, He has waited for me patienly it was I, who broke His heart so very shamelessly. It was I, who begen to doubt, who needed something more It was I, who want out looking behind every tempting door. Gods grace has covered me, His mercy awaited my return it was I, who needed reminding for my sins, in hell Id burn. Lord, when people ask me, why I believe the way, I do . . . I tell them that temptaions door kept leading me back to You.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 22:30:35 +0000
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