Behind the Sun
I'm no saint, I have no right to say
Jesus Christ was murdered, but he's alive and well today
I don't have a chair, or a place where I am one
Yea I'm so far from home, blessings will never come
But I do know He's out there looking out for me
His love for me is crazy, so I'm going to bend my knee
I don't have no jewels to wear in my crown
I have been a sinner, Heaven I've never found
But when I tried to break free and join the other side
He made the valley's deeper, and deeper the more I tried
Today I stand here humbled there's nothing I have done
He reached down here and picked me
Then hid me behind the son
Copyright © Michael Haley | Year Posted 2019
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