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Testimony of a Wretch
Contributed by
Chester_England_White
on
Tuesday, 20th January 2004 @ 05:54:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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When I was born I was born in sin For years I could not ever hope to win Good things I thought would get me in But I was still not good enough deep within
For I could not be perfect in God's eyes Until I turned from Satans lies
Or until I confessed I was a sinner Only then could I become a winner
I asked Jesus into my heart you see Please Lord save this wretch is my plea I did not find Him, He found me He could do the same for thee Pray this prayer below is my plea Do not say I will wait until tomorrow If you do you could face everlasting sorrow
We do not have a guarantee Tomorrow we will ever see Tomorrow is a gift from He That He gave to you and me
Just ask Jesus to come into your heart Know that you are a sinner and of God you have no part Ask for His forgiveness let it come from your heart
And say I believe He sent His Son To die at Calvary for your sin, He is the only one Who could have ever got victory and won
And He arose on day three Victorious over death for you and me For all that truly do believe And confess by mouth to someone, glory be This is the gift He gives that is totally free You now have life eternal now you see
Praise God for His Son! Jesus Christ took our sin and did not leave a trace The one and only true way to Gods true grace Call upon Him now it is the time and place And enter into life eternal and win lifes race One day you will meet Him face to face There is no cost for His mercy and His grace
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