Paper on the wall, canít be hearts at all. Empty bags I see, once held hope for me.
are now flattened, that carried lifeís pride;
are departed, so where is my ride?
on the dresser are tired and limp,
much to say about the trail theyíve come.
the shirt on the door, what a story of pain.
stench of it cries out of where itís from.
I once dream but now only scream? The death in my hand, means buried in this
this what it comes to when no one to hear?
God exists, is He the One I should fear?
Angels above tell me what to do,
are you bound by some eternity creed?
me from this hurt and tear me away.
pull me out of this pity-buying spree?
God on high, answer my cry! Youíre the only one, to save this wretched son.
call out in anguish for Your mercyís sake,
way out of this, only You can make.
me plainly, is it the sins Iíve done?
all creation isnít there a way out?
youíd go through this or, say Your own son,
You prove Yourself and take away all doubt?
me I pray, at twilightís last ray. Take all this sin, and give me peace
must have salvation from lifeís agony,
You let someone else die instead of me?
let me kill myself and find I was wrong.
now recognize Your glory and fame.
know Youíll save me and itís Your life Youíll give,
itís already done and Jesus Christís His name.
is now lost, at Your Sonís cost. Gone is my lifeís hate, due to
is only through Christ Jesus,
His lifeís reason and only purpose.
death is now replaced and my sins atoned.
cry out of blood is the sacrifice Christ made.
drop this gun and put on my new clothes,
the stench of sin at Jesusí feet is laid.
Stench Of Sin by Ronhales Psalm 40:1