We are full of sin
So much pain we are in
Everyone runs their own way
Trying to keep the wolf at bay
Down the road we go
Fleeing the seeds we sow
The thorns grow up everywhere
We need someone to pay the fare
The Cross of Christ upon the hill
The Son of God’s blood paid the bill
Shout to God the glory flows
New faces beaming with a love that glows
— Donnie Bryson
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