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Sunday morning, get out of bed and put my best clothes on

go to church listen to the people sing the hymns and sing along

and the preacher is talking but I can't hear him

cause I am too busy being buried in my sin

too focused on what my friends are doing later

not giving a single thought to my Lord and Savior

readings from the gospel going in one ear and out the other

nor I realize that if I had listened maybe I wouldn't of had to suffer



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I could've met Jesus that day

but I chose not listen to the words they say

I could've felt peace like never before

but that feeling inside I chose to ignore

I could've found redemption

but I wasn't paying attention



many times I've heard the song "Jesus loves me"

sung by a bunch of little children but it had no meaning

I never felt like taking the time to find out if it was true

I had more important things I felt I had to do

it was just the same stuff over and over again

I had so many people, why did I need him to be my friend

so I kept going to church and watching the people sing

while I just stood there feeling absolutely nothing

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a man was nailed to a cross

paying for me at the highest cost

beaten and bleeding

hardly even breathing

thorns in his head, nails in his hands and feet

and he did all this, he died for me

the same man that I had ignored all my life

had gave up his own life for me

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