When I do things my way for pride or for show
Deep down within me I know
When I hurt others with things, I say or do
With remorse my voice calls out to you
Lord, I'm asking what am I worth?
A man made from clay to return to the earth
Through my shame, I hear you whisper
You may walk through Hell
But faith can still move mountains
Amazing grace has never failed
When I want to do right, I do wrong anyway
Still Jesus, You love me always
You hung alone on Calvary and now you hold my hand
Alone I can't make it but with you,
I can
Author Unknown
What a beautiful poem!! Did you write it? What a gentle reminder for us that we cannot do anything of any real worth without Christ. Thanks for sharing this and for reminding me who I really belong to.
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ReplyDeleteI can't write.....I wish I could. It had such an impact on me I just wanted to share it. I'll go back and correct my error as to author.
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