I never understood,The blood my words could shed.
I did not live with JESUS.
I lived among the dead.
The words I spoke in anger, fear and frustration.
The words that JESUS gives producing life, freedom and exhaltation.
The sifting it continues.
My sin I can now see.
It makes me sick to see my sin, that of someone not yet free.
He Loved me through it all
Forgave me more than I deserve
Dear JESUS please watch over my every spoken word.
The Whisper: I give you life or death, choose life!
