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THE GUEST

Just a guest
Filled with blues
Jesus came
I cannot lose

All the ways
I choose to live
Does not change
The strength of God’s grip

I’m HIS guest
My life HIS gift
With value and worth
I cannot miss

Inside I cry
For all I’ve lost
A foolish thought
For I’ve been bought

The price was high
The payment complete
Christ gave me life
He set me free

Born for love
Distracted quick
Too often scared
I forget HIS stick

His presence near
To heal my hurt
Building life
Removing the dirt

Swifter than a breath
Suffering He’ll remove
A relationship with Jesus
Will defeat this world’s blues

Clay Corvin 5/31/06 from Psalm 39