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I'm a sinner
I can't deny it
It's in my flesh and bones.
I'm honest, I fall so many times,
that I found myself
asking for forgiveness all the time.
I'm a sinner.
Don't tell me the opposite.
Because denying it would be a crime.
My flesh wants to do the evil always,
and many times I fail in pleasing God's heart.
I'm a sinner, a human who makes mistakes.
A disobedient person that needs advice,
because I put my will before anything else.
A person who preaches about love,
but ignores the crying of a needy child.
My heart is not right and God knows it perfectly.
He knows my actions don't praise him.
I'm a sinner, and sometimes a liar.
I always watch the dust in people's lives,
without knowing I have a dumspter in mine.
A person who tries to put conditions.
I'm a sinner, and I won't deny it.
But I have forgiveness in the cross of Jesus,
and when I humble my heart, his love comes to me.
And tears fill my eyes.
I feel so tiny in his presence, so insignificant.
And when he shows me his wounds,
my heart breaks in two,
and I feel embarrased of myself.
I'm a sinner and I admit it,
but I'm also a saint because of his grace.
Thanks to him, I am justified.
I can't deny it
It's in my flesh and bones.
I'm honest, I fall so many times,
that I found myself
asking for forgiveness all the time.
I'm a sinner.
Don't tell me the opposite.
Because denying it would be a crime.
My flesh wants to do the evil always,
and many times I fail in pleasing God's heart.
I'm a sinner, a human who makes mistakes.
A disobedient person that needs advice,
because I put my will before anything else.
A person who preaches about love,
but ignores the crying of a needy child.
My heart is not right and God knows it perfectly.
He knows my actions don't praise him.
I'm a sinner, and sometimes a liar.
I always watch the dust in people's lives,
without knowing I have a dumspter in mine.
A person who tries to put conditions.
I'm a sinner, and I won't deny it.
But I have forgiveness in the cross of Jesus,
and when I humble my heart, his love comes to me.
And tears fill my eyes.
I feel so tiny in his presence, so insignificant.
And when he shows me his wounds,
my heart breaks in two,
and I feel embarrased of myself.
I'm a sinner and I admit it,
but I'm also a saint because of his grace.
Thanks to him, I am justified.