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Created on: February 26, 2009
I am on the right path for once in my life,
And though right now I'm dealing with strife,
I am not worried; no I'm actually joyous,
For my voice is one in an angelic chorus.
Yet as down this long road, I continue to travel,
I am chased along by past transgressions and evil,
Biting at my heels like wild dogs in a pack,
My faith and trust is under continuous attack.
I fear not what the future will hold for me,
Nor what is beyond that I just can't see,
And although my journey has just begun,
I know that with you, My Lord, I have already won.
Whoa the price for my past stupidity,
For my arrogance, sins, and immaturity,
I must now pay the full wages for my past,
Such a long shadow behind me that they cast
I believe in you Lord, and in your power,
That upon me miracles will begin to shower,
Greatness I deserve not even to taste,
My sinful past will soon be laid to waste.
The World was saved by your terrible death,
All of our sin died with your very last breath,
Your wrongdoing was not punished at Calvary,
It was our dirty linens that hung on that Roman tree.
Lord, in you, I have put my complete trust,
For going it alone, my life was a total bust,
As commanded, I am now carrying your Cross,
I have so much to gain from what it is I have lost.
I have you, my savior, to hold near to me,
Only you will offer comfort and again set me free,
And if my journey were to end this very day,
"Welcome Home", is what I would hear you say.
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