December 2009
30 posts
But, Jesus I’ve fallen I don’t mind the rain if I meet my maker I’ll meet my maker clean But, Jesus the truth is I’ve struggled so hard to believe I’ll meet my maker I’ll need my maker To cure of my doubting blood And drain me of the sins I love And take from me my disbelief I know it should come easily But it remains inside of me It battles and devours me It...
