Saving me
Sometimes I question what I know.
In times of despair,
I sink so low.
That I dare
question even God
and I wonder if the Bible is a fraud.
Then I remember to be awed
for God did so many wonders
that the Bible cannot be a blunder.
One man came and gave it all
so I could stumble and fall.
For he can make it right
and give me insight
into why my deeds are wrong
and the realization makes me strong.
With his saving grace
I realize I can finally face
him in the final day
and with him I can stay.
Cause no man can do what he did for me
and now I see
the love he has for me.
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