What kind of fool I am though I long
For much more of Christ within.
I cannot seem to capture the song
Of praise in cleansing from sin!
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He does cleanse, I know, when I beg
His blood that flowed from Calvary!
It is available still! I surely know
Available to me!
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I am not presumptuous, I know his blood
Avails for all who come!
The thief on the cross cried not in vain
He plead for forgiveness! It was done!
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Opportunities lost? He does forgive.
Presumptuous I am not!
He forgave my calloused faithfulness
Buried my sin! Forgot!
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“…in the sea of His forgetfulness…”
He buried them long ago!
Upon my acceptance of His grace
And I have nothing to show—
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Except forgiveness! How deep my debt!
How can I just go my way,
Forgetful of all He has done for me?
My gratitude says, stay!
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Yes, stay, abide in His tender love.
Divine forgiveness I claim!
How can I ever forget such love?
To live to please Him is my aim!
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Sam Cox 6.7.05