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I Stand Here It’s judgment day and I stand here, at the alter of the Son. My sins are many, and I can’t help, but think of every one. How can I explain it? For I have no excuse. Each sin is mine alone to bear, I suffered no abuse. It seems like hours I’ve waited, (Though, only moments pass) But time here has no meaning and I stand by him at last. His voice so soft cuts through me. He asks what I’ve to say. I cannot ask forgiveness, so I just turn away. I feel a hand upon me, as tears course down my face. Is it them (or only him) that washed my pain away. I know I don’t deserve it, Heaven, in spite of sin. But I stand here just the same; by the Son, invited in. |
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