As I Lay Dying


I lived a life drenched in sin,

a filthy rag

You could never forgive.

I soaked in my evil ways

like a sponge

You could never rinse clean.

Lying on my deathbed,

I realized You freed me

before I knew I was captive.

Your grace was enough

to cover the grimiest sinner

and make him new.

I lived a life drenched in sin,

and I lit on fire

the oil-saturated cloth.

These lungs filled with smoke

as I breathed

my last wicked breath.

With that final gasp,

You clasped my hand

and took my home.

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Inspired by: Deathbed by Relient K

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