Many times in my journey, at some turn in life's road,
I've come right face-to-face with me,
And I have to admit that I find it disturbing,
That I really don't like what I see.
For I see a man who is prone to mistakes,
A sinner who is still prone to sin,
Who, but for the blood of Jesus my Saviour,
Has no hope of salvation to win.
'Tis then I thank God for His marvellous grace,
That Jesus Christ died for my sin,
That my sin is covered by His precious shed blood,
That I'm declared righteous through Him.
For righteous I'm not in my own fleshly state;
Filthy rags is the best I can do.
But God sent His own Son to die in my place,
And by His righteousness I'll make it through.
a. franklin staples
October 4, 1994
Copyright © 1994 by A. Franklin Staples
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