It is Him
I remember it like it was yesterday
the world was dark and meaningless
or maybe it really was yesterday
when I wandered broken and dreamless
When I worshiped money and idolized men
Played with lustful thoughts and took pleasure in sin
Temptation came swiftly and my flesh would give in
A vicious cycle that seemed to never end
Then it was on the 4th day that he called me
And gave me the gift of life eternily
My King is alive, for he is not dead
I sit at his feet and bow my head
I could not look up at him
for I am not worthy
he paid a price
in which I am not deserving
he came not to be served
but to live a life of serving
And He dispatches his angels
In a world where demons are lurking
So you see where for some it is phones or boys
And for others video games and toys
But I? You could take it all from me
And with Jesus I would still have the victory
For I could never live without my everything.
Surely, it is Him.
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