Dead in my transgressions
I heard Paul
Say those words.
They seemed so
Out of place.
A rebuke I never heard.
Just sail along
As I have done
And ditch the bad guy tone.
Not different from the
Common lot
Who little foibles own.
But then a Day
When I laid eyes
On Holiness in flesh
The Jesus of
Gennesaret
And tales that
Hope refreshed.
He stood alone
In fairness, touch
And hands that
Salved each ill.
I know I sin
But He came in
Each empty place
To fill.
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