To Live Without
To go without His love is to die
But to be in His love is to experience true life.
I was dead with out Him,
Lost in the things I deemed worthy of my time,
Worthy of myself, worthy of my love.
He came in and told me all I really needed
And all I really wanted.
It was all Him, forever and always.
He is my love and my life,
My heart and my soul is found in Him.
He has saved me from myself
And from my wicked heart
That turns against me
Toward the things of this world.
There is no forgetting the cost that was paid,
The blood that was spilled,
The pain that was endured,
Because it was all for me.
And it was all for you.
This is His love.
To go without His love is to die.
But to be in His love is to truly live
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