The Glorious Fact
Sometimes when my life seems to be at a bitter end,
And there is no one that I can truly call a friend.
I raise my eyes towards the heavens and begin to pray,
That I will resist all the sin and temptation that comes my way.
And even though I might stumble, fall and even crawl,
I will without hesitation, to God, my plea for help I'll call.
Thank you Jesus for taking me in despite all of my sins,
And the glorious fact that because of you, Satan never wins.
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