Situational desperation causing
my mind to wonder and wander,
My ineptitude makes me destitute.
I sowed my wild oats and in
return all I got was rotten lemons.
Not fit for lemonade, not
even Gatorade.
My ship had run aground;
Cold, broken, and smashed all
around
There's only one way out, I had to
cry out;
Only one who can heal,
Only one can make me feel.
Only one can make me feel.
Wild oats and rotten lemons;
They grew, they smelled
But, once cut down, the wound began to heal
From deep within, Jesus you’ve
cleansed my sin.
Wow Gordon, you've got something really good going here!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ed, sorry for not responding. I had a few sick days. I'm grateful God is still in the business of lovingly restoring His children!
ReplyDeleteLike this! I need to get back into my Bible! It is the only answer in this cold world!
ReplyDeleteIf you need answers for life, and I always do, the bible is the ultimate source! It's Jesus on paper that comes alive!
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