Before we are born, our soul is snow,
it is black, and it is a stone;
This world looks tasty, this world looks great, but then Jesus showed Himself, and He wiped my slate.
He wiped my slate.
Then all of a sudden, my stone became flesh, and a rock it was no more, but it beat and it bled and it bore,
myself it did not care, but for the souls of others it did share,
I suddenly had His soul.
That's why it did flare, with a burning desire for the other stones burning in fire, to know Jesus as I dared.
I dared. I dared. I dared to know Jesus and for nothing else I cared.
by: Sam
it is black, and it is a stone;
This world looks tasty, this world looks great, but then Jesus showed Himself, and He wiped my slate.
He wiped my slate.
Then all of a sudden, my stone became flesh, and a rock it was no more, but it beat and it bled and it bore,
myself it did not care, but for the souls of others it did share,
I suddenly had His soul.
That's why it did flare, with a burning desire for the other stones burning in fire, to know Jesus as I dared.
I dared. I dared. I dared to know Jesus and for nothing else I cared.
by: Sam
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