The Chip On My Shoulder
The chip on my shoulder, was the missing piece of the cross ---
Jesus took it off on that day, I accepted Him as my Holy Boss ---
People often told me that someday someone would knock it off ---
All I would do is smile, when they lectured me with their scoff ---
The Lord was waiting for that joyous and special day ---
When I accepted for my salvation the life, the truth and the way ---
I felt a heavy burden of sin being lifted from my troubled soul ---
On that day, when that chip of wood made the cross complete and whole.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2010
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