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| Excess
Baggage (written by Mary Petrie) |
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Leave
your mistakes
at
the foot of the cross
then come, and follow Me.
It's dragging you down.
Now you can stand up and be free.
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I start
to protest:
"It doesn't seem fair, Lord,
to dump all this rubbish on You",
and I feel embarrased
for inside these bags
are my 'indiscretion' on view.
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I
turn from my Lord
to the Cross where He dies
to free me from suffering and shame.
Then I let go my grip
on all I held dear
and my hands raise to worship his Name.
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