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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