I sat in church and bowed my head.
'Lord, It is me again, ' I said
'It's been a while since I've been here, '
As I wiped from my eyes a tear.
'Why can't I be much more faithful? '
'Why is it that I sin and fall? '
Yet Your arms were stretched open wide
embracing me as I came inside.
Lord, there is no One else like You
who will forgive the things I do.
My Friend, Saviour and Lover
My Lord, my God and Brother
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