My life was my own to live I thought,
a series of endless, sinful progressions
never finding the joys I sought.
I had never been into real confessions.
One day feeling at the end of my rope,
I confessed all my transgressions.
The Lord filled me with eternal hope.
I had never been into real confessions.
It seemed such a big sacrifice,
I had never been into real confessions.
Written by Lou Marin
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