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I struggled in the miry clay! Wasn't in good shape anyway! Toting a bag of duck decoys; Getting stuck just really annoys! Walking was tough in all that clay To our blind before dawn of day. You've been there, you know what I mean-- At times it is a frightening thing! I get stuck in that miry clay Drop my flashlight and lose my way! As long as someone can help me It makes no difference if I can see! I feel a strong, supportive hand With two strong arms to help me stand. Lifted back on the narrow path And spared from nature's hidden wrath! Sin is a lot like miry clay; When you are stuck . . . can't find the way, You need someone who'll rescue you And to the end will see you through! Jesus found me in miry clay I could not move, had lost my way! He promised He would come to stay When He saved me that fateful day! Rescued me from that miry pit, Gave me a safe, dry place to sit! He led me on a brand new path, Saved me from God's eternal wrath! So if you're lost, don't know the way There is a simple prayer to pray! "Dear Lord, I'm stuck and need a friend Who'll safely guide me 'till the end!" December 23, 1996 BACK |
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