I've given up some things
For just a time, of course
The trampled trails
And vintage vails
All in the hopes that I'd prevail
To kill sin from the source
I felt like such a saint
For suff'rings deep and wide
If gifts to give
Were relative
I'd have a fragrant life to live
Instead, I stunk with pride
I found to my dismay
There's always more to lose
What man lets go
His heart will stow
The sin with even more to grow
His good will sinks him ever low
But wait, there is good news...(mark 10:26-27)
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Andy Rhea--ALL LYRICS AND POETRY © 2007-2009
