Looking back now Out of flesh I was born
Sinner for sure Tattered and worn
Able to see all the things I did wrong
Never admitting the sin all along
Never admitting the sin all along
Dealing in hatred and everything wicked
Feeding the sin that the world had baited
Out of this world, I became such a victim
Under a spell of immense contradiction
Needing Him more than ever before
Dying inside He knocked at my door
Copyright © Ryan Bitters 2012
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