You hold on to who I used to be,

So now, when I speak, that is all you see,

The sinner…. the sinner

You can’t fathom the depths of tribulations I’ve overcome,

The demons I’ve battled, you’d tuck tail and run.

I was saved at an early age, so the Champion fought for me,

When I couldn’t fight for myself, He claimed victory,

You’ve been there all along, waiting for me to reach out to you,

I had no guidance to help or show me what to do,

But your voice was always nudging me along,

The world was so loud, and it was easier to do wrong.

Being double-minded has kept you at bay,

and every time someone would mention Jesus, I’d look the other way.

The sinner…. the sinner

That’s what I was, every day convincing myself I was going to be alright,

Yet time after time I’d find myself hiding from your light.

Yes, I was saved at an early age,

I couldn’t finish one chapter; I hadn’t read the first page.

That was then, in the not-too-distant past,

Jesus saved me again, but not with a bright light or loud blast.

It happened with a whisper in a loud and crowded church,

you saw through the facade and saw me in my hurt,

let it go, child, let it go. I’ll never forget those words.

I will tell anyone who will listen about what you did for me,

Let my life be an example so that all people can see.

No one is beyond redemption!!!

I mean, Jesus came for me twice, three times, counting the crucifixion.

I’ve been called, and I’ve chosen to listen,

To the one who defeated death and fulfilled the father’s mission.

You, too, can choose to side with the savior, the winner.

No longer do we have to be…

I was the sinner…… the sinner.