Luke 8:26-39
Lost, mot in your right mind,
lost, in the tombs, with the dead.
I've stood there, not in my mind,
following crazy, cutting me off.
With the lost, no friend, only foe,
the demons of my mind, telling,
Telling the story of not good enough,
not brave enough, not strong.
They were false stories, lies, don't
believe them, sit clothed again.
You have a strength only God sees,
find it, heal and be found again.
All things come right, into the light,
no more does death own you.
Lost, mot in your right mind,
lost, in the tombs, with the dead.
I've stood there, not in my mind,
following crazy, cutting me off.
With the lost, no friend, only foe,
the demons of my mind, telling,
Telling the story of not good enough,
not brave enough, not strong.
They were false stories, lies, don't
believe them, sit clothed again.
You have a strength only God sees,
find it, heal and be found again.
All things come right, into the light,
no more does death own you.
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