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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