Sit not there with your ills
Musing on how else you will heal
Struggling to save your miserable life
Fighting the disguise in pretty lies
There were only three crosses
Don't strive to make them four
Carry yours to the bleeding feet
Those anointed with oil,holed for salvation
Cast your crown beneath these feet
Knock on the door of He who rests
The burdens for the weary are His
Seek He who answers while you are still speaking
Whose name is enough for your innumerable sins
But don't take the great jump
The depths are not worth the lose
Sorrows may last a night but joy is eternal
The bitter cup meant to clean your soul
For a renewed heart, right spirit
The devil,flee not feed
Run to Jesus like the refugee city
His blood will light the darkness
He will pardon your sins for grace;grace for grace
Let Him cast your iniquity for beauty
His stripes were for your wounds
The thorns for your weak flesh
Let it go,let Him know
Welcome Christ to your life today.
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