When my heart was filled with sorrow,
Thinking there was no tomorrow;
I was bitter my soul was grieved,
Because I no longer believed.
I was stupid misunderstood,
And I did not do as I should;
When I walked away from the light,
Thought I was hidden from His sight.
But God was with me all the time,
He saw me when I did the crime;
And He will forgive and forget,
Since Jesus Christ had paid my debt.
He holds my hand as I abide,
With His advice He is my guide;
Taking to glory in the end,
Being my everlasting friend.
As long as I am having Him,
I can never be feeling grim;
Even though I may be sick to death,
Not knowing when is my last breath.
Nothing else needed here on earth,
Since none of it has a true worth;
My body and mind waste away,
But God remains that obey.
No doubt those who are far will die,
The loss will make some others cry;
But the unfaithful will be killed,
Compassionate as well as skilled.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Newton Sherrer
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