My clothes were tattered and torn.
My shoes were beaten and worn;
And my hair was always one big mess.
Then, one day I saw Your store.
The bright colors made me want more;
I just knew your clothes held happiness.
You gave me everything I tried on
And said they were paid for by Your Son
I wondered how to thank that Man so nice.
You said my words would never be enough,
That thanking Your Son is something tough;
I’d have to give myself as a living sacrifice.
Romans 12:1, 2; 13:14
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