Another Sinner's Prayer
Long ago Christ bled from every pore,
died on the cross, rose for all,
too few of whom now seem to care.
He died for what I'm doing now
and for what I've done before
and for what I'll do again unless
I drown in a flood of grace,
a flood more terrifying than
the one that Noah faced
from the safety of his ark.
I do believe- but I don't behave.
I need to drown in a flood of grace.
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