Faith.

July 12, 2013

I am a ransomed hypocrite;

The worst of sinners.

A lying murdering, spiteful, adulterer.

I am a Christian and I've done worse things than you.

My faith, not religion, has nothing to do with me.

By His love I am saved,

It is this truth that changes everything.

You may laugh, and scoff;

I won’t condemn or rebuff.

Just pray that you begin to see things my way.

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