People don't seem to know who they are,
until they're hitting a wall and declare war .
They don't realize that they're just browsers,
needing Jesus to hold up their trousers.
It's hard for some to admit they're born to lose,
in need of the Saviour to make their path smooth.
Some even may think they can outdo God,
with their big mouth and cunning thought.
Listen, your days are numbered, your years are but few,
you're wasting your time brewing this stew.
With all your troubles allow wisdom to enter in,
surrender your life to the One who cleanses from sin.
Then all your misery will disappear
and for your enemies you will not fear.
Then you will have a new song to sing,
AMAZING GRACE, you're walking with the KING.
Written by Trudy Veerman
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