Sometimes

Sometimes I sit alone and cry
With thoughts of wasted days gone by
O' Lord, you know my heart does yearn
To have those wasted days return

It hurts to know I cannot change
Those days I lived so very strange
When all I thought of was myself
And put all others on the shelf

I was so blind I could not see
The wickedness surrounding me
So differently those things I'd do
If those days I could renew

Those days of darkness are now gone
As my life continues on
I can't believe the life I led
Among the living I was dead

I'm now alive and I can see
That Jesus Christ has died for me
My sins were washed as white as snow
Beneath that precious crimson flow

Suffering on that tree He bled
So He could claim me from the dead
'Twas on that tree He bought my soul
And on that tree He made me whole

Now every day I bow my knee 
To visit Him at Calvary
My only quest, to seek the Lord
To see His face, enough reward

Thank You Lord

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