Many times I am sorrowed, looking inward at me.
This poor wretched soul, a sinner I see.
And I'm certain God hates me, this man that I am.
I'm sure I have failed, His purpose and His plan.
And as I look down on myself in disgrace.
Another disappointment, in this human race.
It's then I remember, the Truth in God's Word.
The real story told, but yet still unheard.
For when God looks down on, not a sinner He sees.
But a Lamb that was slain, for you and for me.
So let us remember, and never forget.
Christ gave His Life, and without regret.
So now when The Father looks down from His throne.
He sees a Lamb that was slain, since then from now on.
And we can never repay all the good Christ has done.
Jesus, The Word, our Savior, God's Son.
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