Everytime We Backslide
I walk a lonely path,
Running from his wrath.
But I'm not really running,
He has already found me it is clear,
I pray for my sins to disappear.
for his love to be near,
When I don't hear his voice I start to weep,
Then I feel his warming touch,
To my Faith I do clutch.
His forgiveness I crave,
I'm no longer feeling so brave.
Up mountains, I've clawed....
Resting on my shoulders....The Love Of God.
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