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Echoes Of The Past

Echoes of the past

Take over my soul

As I remember

The sins of my youth

 

Echoes of the past

Torture me

As guilt wraps it’s ugly

Hands around my tired soul

 

I toss and torn

In my bed

On a cold winter night

In Cincinnati

 

Troubled and uncertain

I get up from my bed

To get some water

 

Then I heard Him say,

” You have been cleansed

From past sins,

Your sins are forgiven

And forgotten

Your punishments are cancelled

Cleanse yourself from guilty conscience

And believe

Just believe

And watch my glory come upon you.

I love you.”

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