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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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