A Sinful Man
I was born a sinful man...
But by the grace of God I stand.
I was sent here to season, what was in the Lord's command.
I did not ask to travel, through the fruits of the womb.
But here I am before you, like a flower yet to bloom.
I make so many mistakes, and I fail in different ways.
To do what might bring honour...
And to bathe in God's own gaze.
I fall asleep in labour...
And I run when I should walk.
But in the midst of adversity..
I will dance, while silence stalks.
I hunger for the filling, of more than words can say.
And I desperately need, much grace to not delay.
I look toward the heaven...
And I cry with tears of joy.
In gratitude to Jesus..
For destroying the devil's ploy.
A sinful man I am.
But by faith I will always stand.
To rise above my circumstance.
And destroy Satan's plan.
To come here was my service.
To do the will of God.
And till kingdom come, I press on.
Till I hear the trumpet sound.
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