Grace Defines Me
Church is where I was on Sundays
But I wasn’t there to give God praise
I was there because I had to be
Not to worship the Man that died for me
I was always the good one
And people thought I was living for the Son
I had people at church and school fooled
because I always followed the rules
Then in 7th grade I felt alone
And life wouldn’t even through me a bone
Life wasn’t going fine
until July 12th 2009
That’s when Jesus became my Lord
But I had no idea what was inshore
For me He was willing to bleed
and it wasn’t long before I learned that He is all I need
So, me?
I am set free
I am a child of God
and to the world that may seem odd
but I am who I am by grace
and one day I’ll get to experience God’s loving embrace
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