Once was dying without hope
On the bed of fear I laid
Though wrapped in thick blankets of sin
Shivers of guilt shook still my frame
He is done for all affirmed
Never from thence again to rise
But from whence I knew not then
Like a sudden burst of fresh air
Grace came and everything changed
Sweeping away in its strong currents
All my sin and guilt contents
And in a flowing stream of liquid love
Soothingly warm yet refreshingly cool
Grace washed me through and through
Giving life where once was death
Ovie Mordi, Copyright 2011.
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