Jesus tie these hands I used to think that every thing I touched turned gold but it don’t it turns cold and reason guides this man like spring, and fall and wind to sand I sway, I sway, I cannot stand what do I do, when it seems I relate to Judas more than You and I can’t ever I can’t ever see the end… Jesus help me see it’s not about consequence it’s peace and I won’t seek on my own knees and grace is over me It’s true I feel, I know it’s real but will I live what I believe [[Category:Poor Old Lu]]

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