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| Oh Lord, I'm feeling really bad, it's been another one of those days; And I know that I have let you down, in oh, so many ways. Somehow I let the circumstances get the best of me; With a heart contrite and tear-filled eyes, Lord I come to thee. I'm ashamed to come before you, knowing the things I've said and done; And I couldn't even bear the thought, if it were not for your Son. But in your love, and in your mercy, I see thine arms are open wide; And tenderly, I hear a voice, "My child, come and hide." Father, it's so nice to know, that it's the inside of me that you see; That no matter how the outside may appear, you see the heart of me. And in the heart of me is lots of good, because that's where Jesus lives; A heart that's filled with perfect love, because that love is his. Copyright 2001 D. Suzanne Collins |
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