But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. Isaiah 40:27-31 

Sometimes

Sometimes I sit alone and cry,
With thoughts of wasted days gone by.
O' Lord, you know my heart does yearn,
To have those wasted days return.

It hurts to know I cannot change,
Those days I lived so very strange.
When all I thought of was myself,
And put all others on the shelf.

I was so blind I could not see,
The wickedness surrounding me.
So differently those things I'd do,
If those days I could renew.

Those days of darkness are now gone,
As my life continues on.
I can't believe the life I led,
Among the living I was dead.

 I'm now alive and I can see,
That Jesus Christ has died for me.
 My sins were washed as white as snow,
Beneath that precious crimson flow.

Suffering on that tree He bled,
So He could claim me from the dead.
'Twas on that tree He bought my soul,
And on that tree He made me whole.

Now every day I bow my knee,
To visit Him at Calvary.
My only quest, to seek the Lord,
To see His face, enough reward..
Thank You Lord.
 by  Chick Velasco   


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10/29/06