by Tod Burros
To the tune of the hymn:
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"Amazing Grace" by John Newton ~ c. 1779 |
We have no grace, how bitter the sound, that can turn you into a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now am bound; Thank you Stewart for grabbing me!
’Twas beatings that taught my heart to fear,And Cobu my fears increased;
How awful did that leader appear, The hour I first believed.
Caught now in many dangers, toils and snares, I have been brought so low;’
Tis Stew hath brought me pain I fear, And Stewart will not care if I go.
The Lord had promised good to me, But falsehood he will not endure;
He would have been my Shield and Portion, but truth I could no longer endure.
Yea, when I stood up at meetings and inevitably failed, And all my hope ceased,
I am possessed of a life without any joy or peace.
The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine;
But Stewart’s teaching I will long abide, Though doing so blesses me none
When were there 25 years He admitted grace he had none, But turns out we had no less days,
to serve Stewart’s whims, Than when we’d first begun.