My life story takes a day or two to mention. I sum it up as heavenly intervention.
I solemnly swear to tell the truth,
The whole truth, and nothing but the
Truth now, so help me God.
What I testify and what I'm speaking
Of is an eye witness account of an
Experience of a kind of love,
I confess now to what it was.
I was guilty of making the very Son of
God now shed His blood, and
I was guilty of the reason now why He was hung, and
I'm guilty for every evil thing not that I have done.
I'm guilty for it all, I can't blame no one.
I'm filthy with what caused the death of the Son.
It kills me to think I was the one who shed His blood.
I still think of the way He died now and how