When the shows end
When the curtains close
As my hands ascend
For Yours is the path I've chose
I've many faults
And yet you accept me
In the wound there are salts
Only You can see
I lift my hands to You
Offering myself
Jesus it's true
My life is on the shelf
These words I say
Are no where near
to the only reason why
I am here
Praise be to my God
Who loves me so much
That He sacrificed his bod
To save me and such
Glory Glory to the God of the Earth
May we serve Him wholefully
Cry out thankfully for our rebirth
and humble oursleves woefully
 | Courtney (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.2){kind=small} dancedanceya) wrote, |
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