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I was afraid Gripped tightly weapons in my hands And so distraught Oh wicked teacher preaching falsely How many fire and brimstone speeches have you got? The one you showed me took my will To fit a noose around my neck If I had known the Lord I'd know that isn't God But I was caught I could not draw another breath In living death I had been locked Oh dragon breathing mists of darkness You are writhing in your death throes You want that I should hate and fear my Maker But you cannot hide His cross I was ashamed The tears were pooring out my eyes I saw the evil I became Oh heaven's Lion, wounded Lamb You did not die to save good men You promised me that I could always call your name! A melting heart! It made the Lord so happy It had Him pouring out His own: Oh running man, I didn't rest Oh I have searched and I have wept Now I rejoice because A son of mine is home