The Crumbled Life
THE CRUMBLED LIFE
I took the life that Christ gave me and crumbled it to bits;
Though He had made great sacrifice, I made a mess of it.
I didn’t think of what I did, I only wanted fun.
Though deep inside I knew ‘twas wrong, the ruin had begun.
When finally He broke my heart and I saw all the strife,
I cried before the throne of God about my crumbled life.
Now as I stood there so ashamed and cried before the Lord,
He took my tattered, crumbled life, through His blood it restored.
Now though I see a crumbled life so scarred and so abused,
He sees it justified and pure and one He wants to use.
Oh, Lord I thank and praise Your name for saving me from sin,
Now help me not to take my life and crumble it again.
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