Never thought it was a problem,
didn’t think it was a sin.
Now I’m running from the wolf,
running from the wind.
I’m seeking shelter from my sin,
Oh Lord, let me in.
Thought I had it all together,
thought I’d buy my destiny.
I listened to the lies of Satan,
now this grip he’s got on me.
Oh sweet Jesus, they hung you on that tree.
This Oh Lord, to save me.
copyright 2004 Neil Crockett
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