If we could abide in Your arms
Go each day without one sin
Then we would know the sweetest life
Nestled in Your loving hands.
But ours frames are fickle ones
Ones so stubborn too
That we disregard You at every turn
In what we say and do.
To abide is to surrender
Even when we think we have
For the lot of pride runs deep
Requiring mercy’s salve.
Only You can make us clean
And clean and clean again
Yes, we must let You wash our feet
To renew the life within.
So let us come to You, Jesus –
Not to a woman or a man –
To seek dispensation and forgiveness
Finally, the eradication of our sins.
-DRadaker
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