With naked soul, she came in utter shame
for guilt has ways to win;
sans Jesus there's no chance to run
the guilt from deep within
There's those who'd say God's not the way
for God does not exist
and there is naught of Life's big book,
no names are on a list.
Strip down thy soul and give thy whole
to feel thy spirit soar;
ye'd know He's there; He's everywhere;
there's urge to want Him more.
Then back to guilt, that damning thing
that will destroy God's child;
it yields to naught but Jesus' blood
so we'd be reconciled.
Stripped of pride. she stepped inside
a world outside herself
and closed her old life like a book;
it's forever on a shelf.
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