.
Wallowed Paine of self disgust
Smell of pain
Life of dust
Looking forward seeing back
Nothing more than dauntless lack
And there he stands
Whole as I’m not
Offering life
For free, for naught
Selfish pride
Holding me
Flames of hell consuming me
Destroying life
Why not do I flee?
There he stands
Offering life
All for free, my biggest fan
Fierce battle wages on
The mind of Christ
To put it on
The foolish dance
I do all day
Who is the piper
That I must pay?
I give it all
To him who died
That I may live
And not be fried.
For him who rose
And brought new life
For him who rose
And saved my life.
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
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