Chronicle Of My Soul
How did I ever live so recklessly before?
Without seeking you my Lord, whom I adore.
How did I chance to exist for so many days?
With my heart turned from you, not offering praise.
A lost wandering lamb I was and full of shame,
no one but me to carry such blame.
I know that you Lord, answered my call
protecting me now so I don't fall.
You'd carefully written your Laws on my heart
so I would know right and wrong from the start.
Please mold me as your helper upon this land.
Prepare me to lend others an encouraging hand.
I look back at that dark time when I was lifeless in sin,
Now thankful for the covering of Christ, which keeps me hidden.
Hidden with everlasting faith, my greatest treasure
Faith from you dear Lord, granting me this blessed measure.
Our gracious living God has restored my soul
and serving His kingdom has made me whole.
Julie Pisacane © 2006
Hebrews 9:14 How much more shall the blood of Christ,
who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without spot to God, purge your conscience from dead works to serve the living God?
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