Friday, December 31, 2010

We Come to Him Empty



My dad made up these words, and I set them to music.

Chorus
We come to Him Empty
We leave filled

We come without purpose
We leave with direction

We come to Him dirty
We leave washed whiter than snow

We come in our sins
We leave with our sins as far as east is from west

Remembered against us no more
Remembered against us no more


Bridge
Jesus is the friend of the friendless
Hope of the hopeless
Joy of the downcast
Life of the dead

Peace in our turmoil
Light in a black world
Sight to sick eyes
A song to our hearts


(Repeat Chorus)



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