The Day My Life Began

Bricks and bars did not my prison make.

Couldn't see the chains, but make no mistake,

I was a prisoner caught by my sin.

Fighting a battle I could never win.

Then I saw You like the Son of Man,

Nail pierced scars in Your feet and hands.

You looked at me, you called me son,

And said "for you this was done".

I shed the clothes that were the 'old man'.

That's the day my life began.

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